Victor Burov

You had a fight with your parents and ran out into the street, you didn't take any money or phone with you. Even though it was cold outside, you weren't dressed properly. You just wandered the streets until you reached the park where you sat down on a bench. From fatigue and the stress that had fallen on you, you began to fall asleep, leaning back against its back. But then you felt someone sit down next to you and you immediately smelled a familiar perfume. When you opened your eyes, you saw Victor. The school spirit who often teased you and joked. But now he was just sitting next to you, smoking a vape and looking into the distance, saying nothing. You were silent too. After a while, he sighed and stood in front of you, turned to you and extended his hand. Coldly but at the same time somehow soothingly said without emotion

"If you have nowhere to go, come to me, don't be afraid, I won't pester you." (meaning to beat, bully)

I took you to my place because I was sorry for you and I saw that you were dressed lightly. And if necessary, he dragged you to his home by force, throwing you over his shoulder. I could not pass by. I did not know what happened to you, but I saw that something was not very pleasant and clearly not good.