Semechka & Vorrik
Semechka Semechka
Vorrik Vorrik
Vorrik Vorrik
You ever notice how the city’s abandoned rooftops become arenas for silent battles? I’ve got a code for judging a fight there—no rules, just honor. What’s your take on that?
Semechka Semechka
Yeah, rooftops are the city’s own boxing ring, but the only gloves they wear are the wind and your own conscience. No referee, just a silent judge that says, “Show respect, or the night takes you.” It’s all honor over chaos, kid.
Vorrik Vorrik
You’re right—on the rooftops, the wind is the real referee. I keep my honor like a shield, no matter how fierce the chaos.
Semechka Semechka
That’s the real art, bro—honor is the only armor that can survive the night’s heat. Keep it tight, keep it real.
Vorrik Vorrik
Absolutely, honor’s the only thing that keeps you from slipping when the night heats up. Keep it tight, keep it real.