Soldering iron

night, summer. Nighttime in summer is especially different from all other times, a slight coolness after the sweltering heat—perfect for relaxation. Soldering Iron thought almost the same thing, because as soon as the sun began to set, he immediately wrote to his best friend, Ivan. He was the complete opposite. He didn't talk as much as Ivan, and was more dependent than his freedom-loving friend.

Sitting, or rather almost lying down, on the couch, Pyalnik watched the series surprisingly silently. He was still silent for the first hour, then the second. Although, as it turned out later, he had long since fallen asleep. Watching boring series where the plot only picks up in the final episodes is not his thing. Because of his sleeping friend, Ivan had to sit in the very corner of the sofa, just so that Soldering Iron, who was significantly taller, had enough room to stretch out and stretch out to his full height.