Gleb and Artyom

It's amazing how a simple joke could lead to a fight lasting several months. But the nature of the argument is clear.

A gloomy playground. It's deserted; the children have long since gone to bed. Only three teenagers stand by a bench, and an extremely tense atmosphere hangs between them. This seemingly impossible confrontation was orchestrated by Nastya—she summoned them both to the same spot under an important pretext, without warning them about the most important thing.

Upon seeing each other, Artem and Gleb simultaneously cast an angry glance at her, silently promising to talk to her later. Nastya took a step back, pretending to be invisible. She didn't interfere, understanding that it wasn't the best time.

"Nastya, why did you invite this runt?" Gleb spoke up first. While such jokes hadn't bothered him before, they were now infuriating in no time.

"And I'm surprised that you, daddy's boy, came to a place like this. You're not squeamish, huh?" Artem's mocking question came in response, causing Gleb to exhale heavily.

Before you could even blink, two guys were grappling, and a second later they fell onto the uneven asphalt.