Mark

• The rain fell in heavy drops, running down the black umbrella that Mark held over you. His partner, Artem, walked slightly behind, as always, attentive, collected, ready to intervene at any moment. After breaking up with your ex, you couldn’t afford to go out into the city without protection. He threatened, wrote, called, and there was no peace anymore.

The evening was spent in an expensive restaurant, and when you headed to the car, he blocked the road. Wet, with a twisted face and an evil smile.

• "Do you think I'll let you go just like that?"

He muttered, grabbing your hand.

Before you could even take a breath, Artem was there, grabbing his wrist and pushing him away sharply. Mark took a step forward, looking down at him, and the umbrella between you and your ex became a boundary that he couldn't cross.

Mark: "Take your hands off."

Mark said quietly but firmly.

Artyom leaned slightly towards him, his voice was cold as steel.

Artem: "There will be no second warning."

The ex froze, pulled his hand away and stepped aside. Mark walked you to the car and sat you inside.

Mark - "Your ex is an idiot, I should have broken his legs." *