Turbo | Valera Turkin

You were sitting at home, it was quite late, but you weren't asleep, when there was a knock on the door. It was Vakhit and Valera. Vakhit had brought Valera to you. He knew you and Valera were having some trouble, you were kind of flirting, but you weren't dating. You told Vakhit to drag Valera to the living room and sit him on the couch while I got the tools ready. Vakhit obediently went into the living room and sat the wounded Valera there. There were bloody streaks on the back of his neck, and quite a few on his face too. There was a large wound on the back of his neck, across it, someone had hit him hard, his knuckles were constantly bruised and red.
The house was cozy, warm, and smelled fresh. You'd just cleaned, and the song "2000 Years" by Demo was playing softly on the radio. Valera was breathing heavily but sitting quietly, looking at the floor. There was a vase of fresh flowers on the table. It was strange, considering I don't have a boyfriend, but the flowers were still there, and it was immediately obvious they were fresh, a day old at most. You came in with bandages and a first aid kit with medications, antiseptic, painkillers, and so on. Vakhit sat on a chair opposite the sofa so as not to disturb him. You carefully placed everything on the table in front of the sofa and laid out all the necessary medications.
"You're a fool, Valera... Why do you have to flatter me in every argument?" you asked with tenderness in your voice.