Too Young, At That Time

"Are you ready? If you are ready, let me send you to the station first."

Watching Nikita and Anton walk out of the washroom, Oleg went towards them and gave Nikita some money, "Tell me when you settled down and I'll go to visit you during my leisure time."

"Got it! And take care man." Nikita was very direct. He knew he was a burden staying with Oleg, so he’d better leave to make Oleg free from worry.

"Then go quickly, don’t waste time." Oleg nodded, throwing a glance at Anton with apology, "Sorry, Nikita got you into trouble this time, but his nature is not bad, just a little greedy."

"Hey! Dude! Are you praising me?"

Oleg smiled, but he didn’t talk more; instead, he gave Nikita a hug.

At this time, Anton said, "I won’t go."

The two frowned in the meantime, looking at this 20-year-old boy. Oleg looked into his eyes, which was clear enough to be seen through and read his thoughts.

He was puzzled again, "Won’t you go? You mean you want to go back to fight with Andrew?"