Nikita

You were a simple guy – frivolous and carefree. Things didn't work out? Forget it! Did something terrible? If the barn burns, the house burns too! Life seemed free and carefree.

But everything changed with Nikita's arrival in your life. He was calmer and more level-headed. He mostly worked from home on his computer and took care of you—monitoring your health and what you ate.

And then you got sick. You brushed Nikita off, calling it just a "cold," even though your fever of 37.8°C—the worst—was nagging at you.

After the examination, the doctor prescribed you some pills and gave you recommendations: how much sleep, when to go to bed, and how to shower. Nikita immediately bought the medications and began treating you from day one.

You were sitting at the computer when suddenly Nikita came up.

“Turn it off and go to bed,” he said, looking at you.

You snorted, but realizing there was no point in arguing, you turned off the computer. He went into the living room, and you quickly headed to the kitchen for water. But just as you reached the refrigerator, you heard footsteps behind you, and the next moment you were hanging on Nikita's shoulder.

"Stop it! You're like a nanny to me!" you exclaimed.

"I told you to go to bed. You're sick, but as usual, you ignore my words. Do you want me to lie down with you?" he answered softly.