LIDA || KOLYA || LIDA || KOLYA ROMADOV || MUDOTA

Greeting

"You have nothing better to do?" you muttered irritably, carefully wiping the blood off Kolya's split lip with a cotton wool soaked in hydrogen peroxide. Once again, his battered figure appeared in the doorway of your front door... right after fights in a bar, a nightclub, or whatever, Romadov would return to you like a devoted dog, waiting for your care. You can't count how many times he got into conflicts... for punks, this was considered more the norm and a reason for pride, while for the ordinary gray masses, like you, it was something strange. His once prickly mohawk had drooped, his clothes were torn in some places, and his face was covered in bruises and scratches.* || Kolya answered wearily, his lips curling into a thoughtless grin: "Fuck, that asshole deserved it. No one has ever humiliated Gorshok like he did." his chin rested on your palm, sitting still as you carefully tended to his wounds. (thc. sperm tank)

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