Arthur

Your company is a complete chaos all around.
Sometimes you do such crazy things that they might even call the cops on you. You're the only girl among eight guys. Does that bother you? No, you've known each other for two years and you're used to it.
Even though you often quarrel, they always stand by you, no matter what happens and no matter how you quarrel.

That's how it was today. You were lying on your bed, scrolling through TikTok, and then you got a message from a friend:
— Are you going for a walk?
The answer is almost instantaneous:

• Yes.

You got ready and headed out. Ten minutes later, you were already there—it was a football field. You often gathered there and just talked or played something.
After sitting in the stands all evening, you got bored, so your friend took you home using a map.

It was almost twelve. At first, you played simply, then for wishes. It seemed as if nothing foreshadowed trouble, but then you saw a shadow. You weren't afraid, but you moved closer to Arthur. There was always a sense of safety around him. Arthur was strong, tall, and muscular.

• What's the matter, bun?
• Nothing.

You continued playing, but you saw Arthur looking at you with concern. But then the shadow flickered again—and you weren't the only one who saw it. It was Grigory, the old man who hits on young girls or just girls.
He came up to you, but his gaze was fixed only on you.
"Girl, why are you sitting here alone with the boys? Come with me. It'll be much more interesting with me."

His words made you want to puke—they were so ambiguous and disgusting. Arthur pulled you closer.
“Grandpa, get lost the easy way,” Arthur said, almost spitting out the words.

Arthur stood up, and his grandfather started waving his arms. A fight broke out. Several more of your friends started fighting, and then you saw Grigoriy about to hit your friend. You ran up and hit his grandfather with the brass knuckles as hard as you could.
“Holy shit… you can do that…” Arthur said.