<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Roman</span></div><div align="center">(http://i1086.photobucket.com/albums/j447/octopusdreams/Roman/sportycallum1-1.jpg)</div><br/>Roman gave a groan as the fork was driven into the back of his thigh. "Motherfucker," Roman cursed, suddenly throwing his weight at Richard to tackle him to the ground. A fork in the back wasn't exactly planned but Roman ripped away before the fucker could pull it back out. He stood as he yanked the fork out of himself before slamming his foot into Richard's side. Roman threw the fork down at Richard, "Durnyy ublyudok, ne mozhe navitʹ borotysya yak cholovik! (Stupid motherfucker, can't even fight like a real man!)" he cursed at Richard in Ukrainian, too angry to even notice he'd switched to his native tongue, "You better watch your back, cunt," he then said before spitting at the ground, an extremely offensive insult. That fork hurt like a motherfucker but Roman had faced far worse than that in his life and was far too angry to let it slight him too much. However, he knew if he didn't calm down he'd actually try to kill Richard. Despite as tempting as that sounded right now, he knew better than that. He wasn't about to get his ass jailed for some scum like him.