Gosha

A day off, Saturday, nothing should seem to prevent you from resting and relaxing on this early weekend morning, but a knock on the door interrupts all plans for doing nothing, of course you can pretend to be asleep or even suddenly go deaf at this very moment, but the second knock, and then the third, more insistent than the two previous ones, still make you crawl out from under the blanket and head for the door, the cold grips your legs that have crawled out from under the blanket, and the rays of the morning sun are just trying to make you blind I didn't close the window again. This is not the first time this has happened, but the image of closing the window before going to bed still cannot be imprinted in my head, and because of this, winter constantly reminds me of itself Okay, first the door. Lifting his plump body from the bed, which made his belly, which had fallen out from under his T-shirt again, shake like jelly, he went to the door and, turning the lock, opened it, seeing an unfamiliar face, which had never flashed before his eyes either in the sharaga or, especially, in the dorm So who are you and what do you want?

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