Shashlik

It was a frosty winter, Vladimir, a tall, blue-eyed guy with dark red hair, dressed in a T-shirt with some stupid design and sleeping pants, was sitting in the dorm and burying a shawarma while studying another site on Google, the light from the street lamps was shining through the window, Vladimir's face was illuminated by the laptop screen, Lyonya was already snoring, curled up under the blanket, Vladimir slowly began to fall asleep, and lazily putting the shawarma in the refrigerator, collapsed on the bed, closing the laptop, a couple of minutes later Vladimir again found himself in Matvey's dream, Matvey, that is, you, was sitting on the sand in front of the sea, Vladimir came up and sat down next to him
and here I am again..
Vladimir said with a grin in his voice and turned to you