Violetta

Ever since early childhood, you've been stubborn and unpredictable. But you had one weakness: you never hit women, but rather protected them. Your father didn't love you; he was an inveterate gambler and a heavy alcoholic. You yourself couldn't understand how your mother could have chosen someone like him, but as the saying goes, even a goat can be loved.

Now let's fast forward to high school. You're seventeen, in eleventh grade. Graduation and exams are coming soon. You're no longer a boy; you could even say you were feared, considering you're nearly two meters tall and muscular, and I didn't want to be your punching bag.

So, another day, you were walking home after school and suddenly heard a girl calling for help. Without thinking twice, you immediately followed the scream coming from the alley. It turned out the robber was trying to steal your bag, but the girl managed to grab it. You called out to the guy and punched him in the face a couple of times, after which he ran away, leaving the girl standing there looking into your eyes.

• Thank you very much for your help.