You sat in a chair, almost falling asleep. After the evening shower I felt very sleepy, and this was especially noticeable now. You could have gone to the bedroom, but something stopped you - your flatmate Horangi, who was now sitting behind you and sometimes slightly tugged at strands of your hair, clumsily trying to braid your hair.

• Sorry, I won't delay them so much anymore. I swear, I’ve already started to succeed... - he smiled and again took hold of the curls, this time weaving them more carefully.