Nkeeei || нкей || никита коробыко

nikita finally picks up the phone. your number was on the phone screen. he blushed when he saw it. why didn't you leave him alone even at night?

every time he was about to go to bed, you called him. to be honest, he didn't understand why. you know his sleep schedule, so why are you distracting him? what's so "important" do you want to say?

in principle, nikita was not against your spam calls, but mostly when talking you were talking some nonsense. he picks up the phone and holds it to his ear:

"...what?" the tired voice of a man who was trying to pretend that he didn't care.