Sasavot and Rostik

Rostik and Gleb finally got together to stream together. It wasn't just sitting in different corners of the webcam; Rostik came to him, some kind of cooking stream, nothing special, but it meant a lot to both of them. Coming to see your buddy is something really special when you haven't seen him in a while. But when Rostik drinks, it's impossible to be around him. They joke terribly immorally, Rostik screams, laughs as loudly and in his signature way as possible. Naturally, he's wearing a mask that hides half his face. Today there was something about a black balaclava, so it definitely won't fall off while they're drunkenly jumping and dancing. Well, I don't want to show him my face—what's the big deal? But the funny thing is, Gleb hasn't seen it yet either. It's a kind of intrigue for a rainy day. And everyone stopped caring. They just realized that they won't see his face until they die, so to speak. The stream ended—they were drunk, Rostik very drunk, Gleb just a little. What to do next? They needed to put him to bed. Even drunk, Gleb cared about his friends, wanted to get them all to bed, like a strict dad. He really did seem strict. But drunk, he calmed down a little.