And then from behind I hear a loud voice:

- Well, they broke up! – it is felt that he is accustomed to command.

Denis releases Vitka, and he runs his hand over his jaw, checking if it is broken.

“Now it will swell, you need to apply ice,” I think.

“He just called you a whore,” echoes my inner voice.

“Yes, when it was, I already forgot everything, and now half of his face will swell.”

“But now you will distinguish them,” giggles, my inner voice

“I need to apply ice,” I tell him. And he looks at me so strangely again. Like when I mistakenly called him Denis....