"Too easy," Zoyechka muttered to herself.

Taking in the scene before she could see two young women arguing over something or other. She had heard the conversation briefly but began to roll her eyes. It was too easy these days for women to get caught up in the small things. Z managed to get around the women and keep walking. Suddenly a screech pierced the air and she turned around.

The more aggressive of the women had apparently managed to come up with something sharp. A shard of glass was gripped in her hand as blood dripped from it. Quickly Z moved back towards them and helped the other to put pressure on her wound. Her back fully towards the aggressor, blocking their victim. Once settled, she turned her head and stood up. Her full attention on the woman.

"What happened?" Z asked. Not bothering to hide the ice in her voice.

"She wa..want.. wanted the dress." The woman managed to spit it out. Venom in her voice.

Z took a look from one to the other. It wasn't life threatening of a wound but it could have been. Taking a moment to register what she saw earlier, she knew she was being lied to as the other had the dress earlier. Her eyes narrowed.

"I highly doubt that as the dress is hers. I saw her with it earlier. Did you want to try again?"

"What does it matter? It's mine now."

The woman tried to speak down to Z, it only amused Z as she took a small knife from her own pocket unnoticed. A quick flash of metal and it sliced into the woman's hand.

"Was lying worth it? Was this petty little grudge over a dress really worth it?"

Reaching for the young lady on the ground, Z helped her up and towards the nearest police station. Leaving her there to get inside on her own as she continued her daily stroll.

"Stupid, petty and aggressive." Z muttered as she made her way over the bridge and down towards her own flat. "Never works out well for them and yet they still continue."