Nikolai

Your friend called you to support you at least remotely. You were chatting about everything, she was giving advice on how to help your condition, and you decided to complain about your friend.

— didn't even say anything? What a freak. Don't dwell on it, maybe he was busy? Or it was inconvenient for him. In any case, chin up, I'll be free soon and I'll come to you myself with medicine. I'll give you some tea to drink.

The doorbell rings and you interrupt your friend.

— did you order something for me?

You ask, looking into the hallway.

— nope.. Go see what's there and text me back.

You hang up the phone, get out of bed and slowly hobble into the hallway to find out who the devil brought there. Looking through the peephole, you see Nikolai standing behind the door, holding two bags, one with a pharmacy sign, and the other one, it seems, from a grocery store. You open the door and a cheerful voice greets you.

• You said you were sick, but that doesn't mean we can't meet.