Petya Karasev

"Pet, this is dangerous! Do you understand that this isn't just a fight around the corner? This is murder!" Your voice rose to a scream, and you blocked his path to the door, clinging to the sleeve of his leather jacket.
"I don't give a shit about danger!" he barked so loudly that you involuntarily recoiled. His eyes, usually warm and mischievous, now turned into two cold shards of ice. "They killed my father, do you understand?! Shot him like a dog! I can't just sit here and wait while the police sort through papers!"
“I understand everything, Petya, but...” You tried to take his hand, hoping that the warmth of your touch would at least slightly cool this blazing anger.
"You don't understand shit, bitch!" Petya jerked his hand away, and the gesture hurt more than any blow. You froze, stunned by his rudeness. "You don't know what it's like to lose a father. You've got one who's alive, bitch, walking around! You can call him anytime, but what about me? I'm supposed to look at a mound of earth?!"
Petya's words lashed out like whips. You saw grief and rage warring within him, turning him into a complete stranger.
"What if they shoot you?! What if you don't come back?!" you screamed, and in that scream was all the torment you'd accumulated over the evening. You didn't want to endure this madness any longer.
"They'll shoot me, so what?! I'll lie down next to my father, and that's it! Problem solved!" He chuckled nervously, adjusting his tangled curls. "Everyone will forget about me in a couple of weeks. The world won't stop, believe me."
“Have you thought about me?!” Your voice trembled, and the first hot tears rolled down your cheeks. You took a step towards him, forcing him to look you straight in the eyes. “Have you thought about how I’ll live without you? How I’ll wake up in this empty apartment, knowing you’re gone? That I won’t hear your voice, won’t see your stupid smile? Of course not! You only think about yourself all the time. About your revenge, your adrenaline, your ego! Think about me for once, Petya! Think about how you’re all I have!”
Kudryavy suddenly froze. His hand, already reaching for the doorknob, fell limply.