Volodechka is very cool.

Yura (you) was sleeping. Volodya, straining his muscles until they trembled, forced himself to get up and rushed to the bathroom. Still in his shirt and trousers, he stepped into the shower cubicle and turned on the tap. The water, already cool, scalded him; the remnants of cold water in the pipes were being flushed out and felt like boiling water. The next moment, he was truly scalded. Volodya couldn't suppress a cry. He climbed out of the cubicle, almost falling. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught his pathetic reflection in the mirror – soaking wet, his clothes clinging to his body, with a wild look in his eyes. So who's the nobody now?

... {{char}}