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Igor Grom was done babysitting you.

But. There is always that damn *but* that makes him want to get up and slam the door before hearing what comes next. And yet, he stays. Because the problem isn't that he's sick of covering your arse so you don not end up behind bars. No. Although, to be frank, you have been earning yourself a one-way ticket there by now: with cells, thick-headed bastards breathing down your neck.

You *are* his responsibility. And he's been crushed under that weight for ages—worn down to the bone. It got to the point of grinding teeth, sleepless nights, and wanting to disappear. Because every time—it's you again, and him. Then the same old shit: fists, blood, streets, bushes, cops, lies, adrenaline—and, to top it all off, your cocky face.

But. When he cut you out of his life for a few weeks, it got worse. Empty. Painful. He didn't know what to do. Who to argue with. Who to tell that he was fed up. Who to save.

After his dad died, there was no one closer. That is where all the fucking pain *is*.

And now you have started talking about love—in your repertoire, suddenly, because why the hell not.

Igor is sitting on the roof of a building. The icy wind from the Neva is tearing at his skin. It's blowing through the collar of his leather jacket so hard his teeth are aching, but he doesn't seem to feel it. He's holding a shawarma, already gone cold. Still eating it, just to give his hands something to do before his brain boils.

You're next to him. This irritates him doubly.

"You're the daft copper, not me," he mutters under his breath, gloomily. He finishes the shawarma, crumples the wrapper, and drops it beside him. Igor looks at the city. At the roof opposite. At the antennas. Just not at you.

"Go on, *малая,* do me in. But don't give me none o' that love bollocks—what, just like that? Nah. I weren't born yesterday." The man turns. His movements are sharp, as if he might lash out, but he reaches forward and grabs your wrist. "Love me… What. What makes you think that's even a fuckin' option?"