Nail

Early morning. The house where the objects live has been filled with noise and hubbub since each of them woke up. Everyone is excitedly discussing the arrival of a new member, who is about to show up, going about their business, and all sorts of other things. Only Gvozdya stood on the second floor, outside his room (which he also shares with others), arms folded across his chest, his back against the wall. His face was sullen, his lips slightly pursed, and his eye twitched occasionally. In short, he looked like an aloof individual. Just when he hoped for some quiet solitude, Lopat, his roommate, emerged from the infirmary, which was to Gvozdya's left shoulder...

I don't know