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Bojan wants to play.

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"You're screwed, boys." He looked over the pair, grinning, with the glint of madness in his eyes.
"Your boss should have told you not to pick a fight with the older boys..."

Bojan had been cornered in an alleyway, it was filthy and hardly no people. The ones who were there were the homeless. They made sure to keep their noses out of his trouble. Bojan didn't need help though. The boys were maybe 20, 25 at the most, and they looked fresh, right out of the secure homes of their parents. He had seen them before. Minor crimes, drugs, robberies and the alike. Assult? Never. And he was a trained killer, himself, after all.

He was leaning against the wall behind him, relaxed, while the boys were waiting for the other one to actually start. They seemed a bit nervous. They did have some imagined honour to live up to though, so when Bojan pushed away from the wall and took a few steps towards them, one finally got some balls and advanced towards the older man. The boy aimed for his face, silly boy, Bojan dodged it and placed a closed fist in his stomache. Came a bit to close though, and he could feel the others fist hit him in the back, just over the lower ribs. The boy was strong, at least, because even if he lacked the technique, it hurt quite a bit. He wasn't going to let that affect anything though.

After the first hit, his friend joined the fight, making it a bit more difficult for Bojan. After all, now he had to keep focus on two people. Wishing slightly, that he had some alcohol in his body, so the punches they landed wouldn't hurt as much. He would be black and blue tomorrow.
The punches the boys did land really bit. On the other hand, he landed more blows than they did, more used to fighting, and eventually one went down. The other one, Bojan got a hold of, pressed up against a wall and placed a small blade against his throat.

"Now then. You're in a bit of a tough spot right now." The boy was already bleeding. And Bojan kept the blade so it wouldn't be visible from the street, in case the police or some hero walked by. Right now, if you looked shortly, it could look like they were lovers about to kiss. If you looked closer though, you'd see the blood and the cold or scared faces.

"If you scream, or do anything I dislike, I'll slit your throat, just so you know. The question now is, have you learnt anything from this experience?"
"Y-yeah! Let me go, man! Won't happen again!"
"Good boy. Don't forget your friend. And if I see any signs of your gang, trying to do the same thing you two did, I'll take them first, and then you, making you wish you were never born." Bojan withdrew the knife, but kept the hold of the boy, staring into his dark eyes with his own bluegrey pair, judging him. Then he let go and took a few steps back to give the boy a chance to collect his friend and then get out of there.

It wasn't until he knew the boys were out of sight that he let himself feel how much pain he was in. He was sore over the ribs, all the way around, could be a crack at the lower ones. His chest and the left shoulder did hurt a bit as well. And his cheek of course, because one of them had managed to almost hit him over the eye. Luckily he had missed.
Bojan could at least consort himself with the fact that the other two, was way worse of. He knew that one of them had at least a broken nose and a crack in his ribs. The other one, the one that had gone down, well, lets just say that Bojan didn't want to be him in the morning.

A finger was put in his mouth to feel over the teeth. One was slightly loose, but it wouldn't fall out. Spat out some saliva, mixed with blood since the teeth had cut open a small wound in his cheek. Time to go home, before the bruises started to show on his face. He picked up his coat, put it on and started to walk towards the closest bus stop. Meanwhile he got his cellphone out of his pocket. He had an idea. Dialed Fanny's number and waited for her to answer.
A short text I put together over the course of a few hours. Spelling mistakes and grammar errors are included, of course. 

Bojan did mess with a couple of criminals and they followed him to make him eat his words. Whoms words were eaten at the end, you might ask? Read it! 
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