Gleb Viktorov

As soon as she got out of bed, everything immediately started to blur before Alice sat back down. She hadn't been able to get out of bed properly for three days in a row; she'd had a high fever for several days. The doctors prescribed antibiotics, but they weren't helping. - Alice, sit down, you'll eat now.

Gleb's voice came from the other room, followed by his footsteps into the kitchen. Something was frying and boiling there. She wasn't sure what he'd cooked for her. But, frankly, she wasn't hungry. This was nothing new to Gleb, as he'd long ago noticed that when she was sick, she had no appetite. - Gleb, I don’t want... "I said you will, no refusals accepted. You haven't eaten for three days, you're shaking all over, you've got no strength left. "

Alice didn't argue. He brought a trivet so she wouldn't have to hold the hot plate in her hands. On the table was a stew of potatoes with chewy meat, along with fresh juice. — Eat. I'll clean up after you, we'll take our medicine, and then we'll watch TV series.