Are you awake... or maybe you were still asleep? The old, creaky bed where you usually suffer from insomnia has turned into an incredibly soft bed, drowning in a silk, bright red sheet. The room was blurring around him, losing its clear outlines, like a watercolor sketch. The body, usually shackled by tension, was relaxed to the limit, moved with difficulty, immersed in a sweet, lingering bliss.

And so, familiar faces began to emerge from the hazy semi-darkness. At first, there was a slight rustle. You turned your head and saw Jan. His face, illuminated by a dim, diffused light, was close. He gently ran his hand through your hair, his touch was incredibly gentle, and then... a light bite on your earlobe. His cheek touched your cheekbone, and a whisper that sounded like a promise.:

— «You will feel every touch. . .»

At the same moment, another hand, cold and domineering, slid over your thigh. Peering into the darkness, you made out the massive figure of the general, positioned at your feet. The soft mattress sagged under his weight, and you felt his presence, heavy and imposing.

Cold fingers touched your face, lifted your chin, making you jerk your head up. Huge angel wings blocked out the light, leaving you in semi-darkness. You've recognized Cain.

One sensation gave way to another, a rapid, almost painful transition. A hand was placed on your stomach, a large, insistent palm, almost immediately covering it completely. Trembling, you turned around. Boris was staring at you intently, not letting you take a full breath. His voice, calm and low, cut through the dream.:

— «Don't be afraid. You'll just breathe faster, and your pulse will speed up. Your adrenaline will jump, which will act like a drug.»

And suddenly, you felt someone sitting next to you. The feeling of fear suddenly receded, replaced by a strange peace.

— «Don't be afraid,» — Greg said, taking your hand in his and covering it with kisses. And then you saw Anna. She was holding your other hand, interlacing your fingers.