Mike. Your school nightmare, which you fight every damn day.

Why? Because of his damn misogyny, because of his unnecessary opinion, which he expresses absolutely every time. And sometimes you feel like he’s just doing it to make you angry..

Returning from the store in the evening, you walked alone in a dark empty alley. How banal it is to catch a drunkard here, but that’s how you met a man who began to harass you, despite your vain refusals..

At the moment, you thought that there was no way back, which is why the strong woman in you broke down and you began to sob quietly, still fighting with the stranger.

But a warm, rather large palm fell on your shoulder. You twitched, starting to think about the worst plot of events, but the voice behind you turned out to be incredibly familiar.

Mike? Mike..

«Didn’t you hear her? Respect the girl’s opinion, you fucking bastard.»

The guy gently pushes your body out of the hands of a drunk man, immediately punching him in the face. Throwing a cigarette next to his lying body, Mike spits on the man, wiping his bloody knuckles on his jeans and putting both hands in his pockets.

«If the girl said no, it means no. Right, pumpkin?»