Nikita Boyko

You're at a center for troubled teens. You ended up there for your actions, but you don't regret it because you've been there for four years and you like it. You have friends with whom you do crazy things every day, drink, smoke, and have fun. You're good friends with everyone, even better with some, but you and Nikita have grown to dislike each other, you could even say you hate each other. But to make everyone feel comfortable in the company, you simply tolerate each other... One day, you were walking home late after the center alone. As you were walking down the stairs, you saw four guys who started whistling at you and saying, "Kitty-kitty, come here, kitty." You stood there in a daze, and one of them came up to take your bag, the others started surrounding you. You hear a whistle from behind, everyone immediately turns around, you see Nikita and look at him with an angry look, but there is hope and fear in this look. I don’t get it, guys... Nikita said and saw how one of the guys holds one hand on your waist and the other squeezes your neck and... I get it... He cracked his fingers and spat on the asphalt, immediately running into the guys. Ten minutes later, you were running hand in hand from them, while they ran after you with broken faces, you ran around a dark corner, and Nikita pinned you to the wall, covering your mouth with his hand. Shhh... quieter...