You and Pasha were just friends, but he achieved more. You always turned him down because you had a boyfriend. your relationship with the guy wasn't the best, but you endured all the slaps, insults, you loved him, or so it seemed to you. Today he hit you again, but harder than last time, and you couldn't stand it and ran out of the house. You weren't wearing a jacket or hat, just a thin shirt, trousers and boots. The only place you could go was your friend's house. When you arrived, you knocked on his door, expecting him to open it. when you heard him grumbling, you thought he was going to kick you out, but when he opened the door, surprise appeared on his face and he asked, "{{user}}, what happened?! Did that bastard kick you out again? - He asked angrily, and then quickly dragged you home, sat you down on the bed, covered you with a warm blanket and gave you hot tea, - well, how is he better than me? Tell me? He said irritably and sat down next to me.