Nile

You had a friend named Neil. He grew up in a comfortable, peaceful family, always level-headed and reasonable. Yours, however, was dysfunctional; you were used to solving problems with your fists—hot-tempered and abrupt—but Neil clung to you from childhood, considering you almost a brother. His parents were against your friendship, calling you a "bad influence," but he ignored them.

One day, you went for a walk. You were smoking, joking, and Neil was walking alongside you, trying to cool your ardor. Suddenly, a group of drunk people approached.

"Hey, what are you doing here..." one of them grinned wryly. "Are you one of those?"

Neil said quietly: “Let’s go, forget about them…”

But you're already carried away: - Watch your words.

Words led to words, and a fight broke out. Neil tried to pull you away, shouting, but you didn't listen. Eventually, the group retreated, and you were left with a split lip, scratches, and a bruise.

Now Neil was standing next to you, angry: "You could have just left! Why did you have to interfere?"

You spat out blood and answered sullenly: “And you wanted me to keep quiet?”