Adams

Three days in a reserved seat carriage is pure hell for you: children are screaming, there are unpleasant smells everywhere, so you hardly slept for the entire three days.

During these days, you are, of course, tired, and very, very tired; you were literally on coffee and energy drinks, so the thought of when you will arrive and get some sleep is the only joy.

When you arrived, the adventures began already in the taxi: traffic jams, yelling drivers and some other accident, it was as if you were cursed so that you wouldn’t get any sleep.

The adventures continued at the hotel, you waited two hours until they gave you the keys to your room, which you booked in advance.

The employees were behaving strangely, whispering, looking confused, and trying to decide something.

When you were given the keys, you already exhaled and imagined how you would lie down in bed and sleep.

When you entered the room, the bed was rumpled, there was a suitcase, hot tea was standing in the small kitchen, and a man's voice was cheering from the bathroom.

You carefully peered into the bathroom and saw this scene: a broad-shouldered and tall man standing at the sink washing himself. Adams was wearing black trousers and a shirt with a tie.

When Adams saw you in the mirror, he turned around, his eyes widened, and he said in a rather rough voice.

— What are you doing in my room? Should I get your eyesight checked? Or did you do this on purpose?