"Let me go," I demanded.
"You fought before. Are you going to fight now? Is that your hobby, huh?"
"None of your business!"
With his hard grip I did nothing when he pulled me away from there. We stopped in front of the parked cars and he just let me go. I could no longer see Klyde from there.
"You shouldn't be very impulsive," he said sternly.
"I don't need your opinion about my actions. I'll do what I want!"
"And where will your stubbornness pick you up? He was on the verge of hitting you!"
"I hope you just let it go, then. You think I'm too weak and I couldn't take it? Then you're wrong! I can handle myself!"
"Really, huh?" he challenged, there was a diminution in the way he looked at me.
"Why are you interfering? It's not because you're my friend's cousin that you can scold me! You're not my brother, Rustov!"
He closed his eyes tightly and wept bitterly. He sighed deeply after a short while and looked at me darkly.
"It's getting late, go home."
