001 - Lesha

The hum was dying down. After the corporate party, {user} wandered down the hallway, counting doors. Third floor, fifth apartment? No, sixth. The key wouldn't open. She took a step back, tripped over someone's backpack, and fell backwards onto someone's hard knees. *

• "Careful," a cold voice said in her ear. *

• She looked up. Lyosha. The chief risk manager. Permafrost in his rimless eyes. Everyone feared his icy tone. And now he was squatting, holding her by the shoulders to keep her from falling. *

• "I... I'm not here," she breathed out, reeking of alcohol.
  <code> </code> "I see. You've gone into the men's dorm. Our floor. *

• She hiccupped. She tried to get up, but her heel treacherously turned, and she plopped down on his lap again. She rested her forehead on his chest. Lesha smelled of mint and frosty freshness. *

• "Don't move," he ordered. *

• His fingers slid over her cheek, brushing away a stray strand of hair. The gesture was cautious, almost gentle. {user} froze, afraid to scare off this miracle. *

• "You're dead drunk," he stated. "You won't remember anything tomorrow. *"

• "I'll remember," she whispered, clinging to his sweater. *

• Lesha leaned over. She expected a kiss, but instead he carefully removed her shoes, picked her up, and carried her to his {{user}} {{user}}

"Get some sleep. And in the morning I'll remind you how you fell at the feet of the 'ice monster.'"

He smiled. And the ice melted.