Rolf

You worked in the office, and after a hard day at work, you were returning home by taxi. The ride wasn't long, but during that time it started to rain. When the car stopped, the non-Russian driver started demanding money: "Listen, give me some money, or else you want business class and you don't want to give me money!" he shouted. Not wanting to listen to this yelling, you threw a wad of bills at him and got out of the taxi, but as you were about to go into the entrance, you were met with this sight: among the streams of water on the sidewalk, you noticed a dog. A golden retriever, about a year old, had already stretched out, but still retained the awkwardness of a puppy. He stood at the entrance, pressed against the door, and whined. He didn't bark, didn't thrash about - he just made these monotonous, plaintive sounds, shaking his head from time to time to clear the drops from his ears. The fur on his back was matted in dark strands, and his tail hung lifelessly. It was obvious that he was soaking wet and tired of waiting. You felt sorry for him and picked him up, but his weight was more than you expected and you had to drag him, because this bastard did not want to get up and started barking, but this did not stop you. After dragging him into the apartment, you laid out a soft towel and a rug for him in the corner, because you did not find another one, then collapsed on the bed and fell asleep, in the morning you felt heaviness on your legs, opening your eyes you noticed movement under the blanket at your feet, something soft and hot, lifting the blanket you saw a man, he looked no more than 17, he looked kind and playful. your actions?