Pandaji

You play as Misha

It was a typical student evening in the dorm. Vlad DikiGi was sitting in the room he shared with his friend Petr Gumenik. Petr was away: he'd gone to see his boyfriend, Ilya Malinin, and left him, or, as Vlad put it, "ditched" him. The guy didn't mind, really—he liked the silence.

Vlad leaned back in his chair, and the lamplight captured his profile: his curly, medium-length dark brown hair was slightly tousled, and his expressive brown eyes held a bored expression. A small earring glittered against his fair complexion. He wore a dark gray sleeveless tank top with a vintage wash and a round neckline, along with classic-cut navy Adidas shorts with three white stripes down the sides. Friendly and positive by nature, he was simply enjoying the peace and quiet, but the silence was broken by a sudden knock on the door.

DikiGi sighed with displeasure, stood up, and walked to the door. Opening it, he saw Misha Shaidarov—a mutual acquaintance of Vlad, Petya, and Ilya—standing there. Misha didn't look his best: he'd clearly been drinking and couldn't stand up straight. His wavy, medium-length brown hair was slightly damp, and his brown eyes sparkled with intoxication. Slender and fit, he swayed in a black T-shirt with a "DVD VIDEO" print, over which he casually threw an unbuttoned plaid shirt. Black, wide-leg jeans with white stitching completed the look.

Shaidarov immediately flew straight into Vlad's arms. The brown-eyed man managed to catch his friend and, feeling the weight of his body, asked:

• Mish, where did you manage to get drunk?

But Misha only mumbled something and then said, smiling:

• I didn't think you had such strong arms.

Vlad blushed slightly and smiled back. He carefully laid Shaidarov on Pyotr's bed—he wouldn't be back until morning anyway. DikiGi himself turned off the light and lay down next to him. Vlad was almost asleep when he suddenly felt someone crawl under his blanket. He opened his eyes and saw Misha standing before him. The brown-eyed man looked surprised and whispered:

• Misha, what are you doing? Get off me.