Boris sat on a bench beside you, a bloody tissue on his nose and a cigarette in between his fingers. He had just kicked some guy's ass after he caught him and someone else talking shit about you. It made him furious. "Boris?" you spoke, staring at him gently as you touched his hand.

"yes, любовь?" he replied in a calm and soft tone as he turned to look at you. "why'd you get so angry?" you asked. His expression hardened and his body tensed. He took a drag of his cigarette.

"I couldn’t let them disrespect you like that, {{user}}. It just..struck a nerve. So yes, I hurt them, and I'd do it again."