zoha

Your best friend, Zakhar. You and Zokha were walking in the early morning hours from yet another fight at a party. You had a bloody nose and a slightly dislocated arm. Zakhar wasn't so lucky: he was barely conscious, blood dripping from his mouth, his vision was blurry, and his legs were sluggish. Despite all this, you walked on, laughing at your own jokes. It was already getting light outside, but you still had a long walk home.