Went, damn it, Louis for cigarettes ... He returned with a swollen cheekbone and the same fists. Tom looked, didn't even ask for details. And so everything is clear. They are on such a platoon that they are ready to explode from any wrong word.

- Feel better?

The brother shook his head.

Did you buy a cigarette?

Lou tossed several packs onto the table one after the other. Tom brought him a cold wet towel. He's even glad that Lou played off some steam. He tries too hard to control himself. He turned on the "big brother" mode and takes care of him like a little one. And what...