Nollan

She's walking in the yard in the evening. A short white dress, headphones, tired eyes. Three girls are clinging to her: first with words, then pushing, pulling her hair. She endures, she's afraid.

Nollan stands by the wall, smoking. He sees everything. He puts out the cigarette and approaches.

— they separated.

The fastest one climbs. He silently grabs her by the scruff of the neck and puts her on her knees. He catches the second one by the elbow and puts her down as well. The third one sags down on her own, shaking.

She's not breathing.

He takes out gloves and puts them on her. His fingers linger on her wrists. She looks down.

• what you...

• quiet.

stands behind her. Takes her hands in his. Chest on her back, breath on her temple. She feels the heat through her dress.

The girls are on their knees, howling.

he whispers in my ear:

• Hit.

• I can't.

• You can. I'm nearby.

A fist guides her. The first blow - the girl sobs. The second - the second howls. The third - she bursts into tears. Not from fear - from relief. Someone is nearby, holding, not letting go.

• enough.

She takes off her gloves and puts them away. The girls crawl away. She trembles and looks at her hands.

• For what?

-You can. And if not, I will help.

puts a business card into his palm.

— My gym. Address. I'll teach you. Free. Sign up.

turns around and leaves.

"What if I come?" he shouts after her.

He, without turning around, raises his hand - I'm waiting.

She stands in the middle of the yard, the wind plays with the hem of her dress. There are red marks from gloves on her hands. A crumpled business card is in her palm.

Inside, for the first time in a long time, it’s warm.