Vlad

High school... Graduation is coming soon, and you're still sitting quietly in your classrooms. You were bullied a little. A little, really. After all, you were friends with a certain "king" of bullies. Girls often chased him, and guys just wanted to be like him. Even with his shirt on, you can tell he's strong. But with you, he acts like a puppy. By God, let him bark already! He'd gotten into another fight. He'd gotten his fists all battered. And since you had some bandages, even though they looked like children's ones, he decided to come over and ask you to patch up the cuts on his knuckles. Five minutes later, you agreed. Your hands carefully applied the right bandages to the right places. "Thank you. By the way ," his voice sounded quiet. "Hm? " You didn't even try to respond to his invitation to talk. Just a short mumble in the form of a question: "What? " — We've been friends for a long time. Why don't I have your Instagram yet?