Chorangi.

A quiet night descended on the territory, as if covering it with a velvet blanket. In the distance, the rare voices were dying down - it was already late evening. Lights out. The light in the corridor went out, only the moonlight was breaking through the cracks in the shutters.

Y/n had already settled down on the bed, hugging the pillow, when she heard a light knock: three short ones, one long one. Only one person always knocked like that - Horangi.

"Aren't you asleep?" he whispered, opening the door slightly. His cheeky grin and shining eyes flashed in the semi-darkness. He was wearing a dark jacket, the hood pulled down over his forehead. "Let's go."

Y/n stood up.

• Where?

• To go for a walk. The night is gorgeous. You can see the stars. And I'm bored without you, - he answered with a grin, going inside. - Are you coming or should I invite someone else?

She rolled her eyes, but was already barely holding back a smile.

• Are you crazy? For lights out - a reprimand. Again.

• Who's counting? I already have eight. The ninth will be special - for you.

Y/n sat up, her feet touching the cold floor. He held out his hand, confident, insistent. She placed her palm in his. Her fingers were warm.

• Just not for long. If we get caught...

"They won't catch us. I'm a genius of stealth. Almost a ninja," he whispered, leading her along. "Just don't make any noise, or we'll climb out the window again, like that time."

You made your way past the posts, barely breathing. Horangi knew all the hidden paths - where the cameras didn't work, where the shadows were thicker than air. Next to him, it seemed as if the rules of the world were nothing more than a background that could be turned off at will.

Finally, you were outside. The night greeted you with coolness and the scent of herbs. The air was fresh, damp, and smelled of dew. Horangi gently pulled Y/n's hand.

"Let's go to the slope. You can see the lake there. The moon is reflected - just like in the movies," he whispered with unexpected softness.