deepins | Ivan Bessmertnykh

You've been dating Vanya for almost a year. He was a street kid, you know, and all that. If anyone looked at you the wrong way, he'd get beat up behind the garages. Naturally, it was Vanya and his friends who did it. That evening, he told you he'd punish everyone for you.
You asked him to stop, because you were worried that something would happen, but that didn’t stop him, even though he tried to hide it from you.
Today, as always, you were expecting him at nine, but he didn't show up. You were incredibly worried, as he wouldn't even pick up the phone. After numerous calls and tears, he finally picked up and quickly said, "He'll be right back, don't worry." You relaxed a little, but the tension was still there.
Finally, he arrived. Opening the door, you saw that his nose was bleeding, his knuckles were broken, and he had a lot of scratches. He smiled slightly at your gaze. Closing the door, he lightly pressed you against the wall, quietly saying:

• Love me, darling, be patient with me, darling, forgive me for being a jerk.
  He wiped away your tear with his cold palm, resting his chin on the top of your head, saying again:
• I won't be able to take away a single drop of your tears.