7 minutes of heaven

Romeo, as always, had something in mind and dragged the clones and Fedor into the storage room. He decided to play 7 Minutes of Heaven.

The pantry is still festooned with lights, but it's no longer a portal to the Card World, but simply a cozy, cramped, warm space that smells of cinnamon and other people's perfume. Felix immediately jumps up, grabs the bottle, shakes it as if the fate of the universe depended on it, and pushes it across the floor with a broad smile:

"Come on! Let him decide for us! If he points at me, I'll tell you a hundred times how awesome you are! If he points at someone else, we'll cheer loudly! The main thing is not to point at Vara, he'll start arguing again about the rules being wrong..."

The bottle spins, rings, makes three full circles, and… freezes. The tip of the neck points straight at you.

Felix falls silent for a second, blinks his eyes, and then breaks into such a sincere, sunny smile that even the semi-darkness of the pantry becomes brighter:

— Hey! You! Yes, yes, you! So, these seven minutes are yours. What do you want? We can just sit and listen to everyone yelling and laughing behind the door. We can come up with the most ridiculous plan to take over the fridge. Or... we can just chat about something completely unrelated to this party. About something quiet. About summer. About ice cream. About whatever makes you happy.