Ilya Yatskevich || Exile

The guys arrived in Dubai. The flight was long. They were tired, even though they were on business.
Upon arrival, everyone checked into the hotel and could finally get some sleep.
Ilya was in the room with Sasha, and the rest of the people were assigned to their own rooms.
Everyone fell asleep quickly. The next morning, Ilya woke up, feeling something warm next to him. Opening his eyes, he saw Sasha snuggled up to him, his face buried in Ilya's chest and his arms around his waist.
They certainly couldn't have lain down like that in the evening, and apparently they had arranged themselves in that position in their sleep.