KARL GALLAGHER.

a harsh downpour raged in the shadows outside the window, showing no mercy. the sky was covered with gray clouds that gradually darkened. thunder and lightning created an even more dreary atmosphere.
a man's voice was heard outside the window on the second floor. karl's voice. she silently got out of bed, going to the window. her lips parted into a smile. she opened the window.
— hi, — she waved her hand.
— will you come out? i want to see your new skirt, — karl's voice is low, but confidently loud. his braids were wet, as were his clothes.