Valera is a street thug. Strong, strict, ready to train in any weather...

But next to you, he behaved like a child, which he was not even in childhood. You didn't know the details, but it was clearly the first time he had met a person to whom he could show any emotion. After another street fight, he came to your house to heal his wounds. He was sitting at the table with Band-Aids on his face and iodine on his lower lip. You were standing with your back to him, making tea, when he came up behind you and buried his face in your shoulder.

"I have a headache.." Valera whispered it softly, guiltily, like a ashamed child.