Kashentsov/dk/smn/hospital.

A dark chamber, lit by a dim lamp. In it was Ruslan, a mutant, a creature, one might say. He was a demon, with skin as red as a cherry, black wings, and a sharp tail. Danila had long been trying to find out if he was dangerous, because Ruslan seemed to snarl and hiss like a cat, but also seemed to be fawning, trying to get attention. It soon became clear that Ruslan was dependent on Danila.

The walls were scratched, the door creaked, and heavy, yet so familiar steps woke Ruslan up, he jumped up, flew to Danila's leg and bit the fabric of the white, white-smelling robe.

• Danila Vladimirovich, what happened? Did you come to increase the dosage?

• Don’t interrupt, Ruslan.

Danila poked something into the tablet and leaned towards Ruslan, his eyes were... maybe rude?
But it doesn't matter, Danila looked at Ruslan's eyes, they looked at him lovingly.