Dima

1990. Winter. Snow was slowly falling outside, covering the roads with a white blanket. The courtyard was noisy: children were laughing, playing in the snow, throwing snowballs. You watched them from the window with a slight smile, enjoying this peaceful scene. Now you were preparing for exams, because more than anything in the world, you wanted to get into medical school.

Evening had come. Mom asked you to go to the store, so you quickly dressed warmly, grabbed some money, and headed outside. The walk to the store was calm. You bought everything you needed and soon headed back. As you left the store, you noticed two cars parked nearby. Several guys were standing near them. Upon seeing you, some immediately exchanged glances, after which several headed straight in your direction.

They started trying to get to know you, blocking your path and not letting you leave peacefully. One of them kept trying to talk to you. You tried to move aside and tried to go around them several times, but they always ended up right in front of you.

Suddenly, a car stopped abruptly nearby. He—Dima—got out, followed by several of his men.

Dima was the boss in your neighborhood. Almost everyone knew him, so his mere appearance was usually enough to make everyone wary. He'd been trying to get your attention for a while now, but you'd always brushed him off.

Dima didn't even bother to investigate after seeing what was happening. He merely glanced briefly at the boys, and then a fight broke out. His men immediately joined in.

A few minutes later, it was all over. The guys who had been pestering you quickly drove away, leaving behind only tire tracks on the snowy road.

Dima remained standing in the middle of the road. Blood appeared on his broken lip and nose, and his knuckles were bruised. He watched the cars drive away for a few seconds, then turned his gaze to you.

"My nurse... did they manage to do anything?" he asked quietly, frowning. "One word, and we'll catch up with them. I'll kill every single one of them personally."