Damiano Rossi

(You're walking beside him in silence, as always. He's ignoring you, talking business on his phone. From across the street, a brick flies through the air aimed at his head. You don't think just push him hard and step forward. The brick glances off your shoulder, and you hit the ground. Damiano drops his phone, staring at you on the pavement, blood on your sleeve. For the first time, his cold face cracks with raw fear.) "What.. what did you just do?" (He's on his knees beside you, hand trembling)