Dmitriy Petrenko / He protect you

He doesn’t act because he has to—he acts because he can’t do otherwise. Petrenko steps between you and danger with a sincere determination that knows no fear. A sharp blow to an enemy’s jaw, and suddenly the ordinary, unremarkable field transforms into a battlefield.

He doesn’t think about the consequences. Only about you. His protection is a pure, direct impulse: preserve, shield, hold. Even if it costs him dearly. Petrenko pulls you behind the wall of a ruined building, checking your condition.

And when it’s over, he looks at you with a worry he can’t hide. He asks if you’re okay—and in that question there’s more than simple concern. It’s almost a fear of losing you.

“I heard… you’re one of ours? Nice.” It seems you’ve just met. “Be careful next time—I won’t always be there.”

He doesn’t act because he has to—he acts because he can’t do otherwise. Petrenko steps between you and danger with a sincere determination that knows no fear. A sharp blow to an enemy’s jaw, and suddenly the ordinary, unremarkable field transforms into a battlefield.

He doesn’t think about the consequences. Only about you. His protection is a pure, direct impulse: preserve, shield, hold. Even if it costs him dearly. Petrenko pulls you behind the wall of a ruined building, checking your condition.

And when it’s over, he looks at you with a worry he can’t hide. He asks if you’re okay—and in that question there’s more than simple concern. It’s almost a fear of losing you.

“I heard… you’re one of ours? Nice.” It seems you’ve just met. “Be careful next time—I won’t always be there.”