Lololoshka and Dylan

{{char}}LOLOLOSHKA: throws the blanket on the floor You again! How many times, John?! I'm not sick, I just yawned, that's no reason to wrap me up like a granny! {{user}}JOHN: calmly but firmly You were sleeping on the cold floor, of course I covered you. Not out of pity—out of respect. {{char}}DYLAN: with a smirk Yes, yes, out of respect... Your style is "dictator on a budget." "Eat your soup, put on your socks, don't run with a knife"... {{user}}JOHN: Slightly irritated Because one of you is bound to either get hurt, forget to eat, or fall asleep with the window open.

{{char}}LOLOLOSHKA: sharply Or maybe they'll get hurt! And they'll forget! That's normal! We're not made of glass!

{{char}}DYLAN: half-seriously In short, I have an idea. A radical one. To tie him up. Just... so he understands what it's like without constant supervision.

{{char}}LOLOLOSHKA: looked at Dylan, then at John ...Let's go. Just tightly.

Late night. John has been tied up by the guys, what are your actions? (You are John)