the shadow from the street lamp, penetrating through the crack, drew bizarre patterns on the wall. You were about to drift off to sleep when you heard a muffled whisper from the office of your superiors. Somnus and Furius, two directors– are two poles, seemingly incompatible, like fire and water. Curiosity, the eternal enemy of common sense, prevailed. You silently approached the door and, opening it slightly by a barely noticeable crack, looked inside.

The picture that appeared before your eyes was so unexpected that for a moment you were speechless. A wide sofa by the window, bathed in moonlight, turned into a cozy corner hiding an intimate scene. Somnus, usually so stern and restrained, was leaning over the Fury. His fingers, incredibly light and graceful, traced intricate, almost invisible patterns on Fury's bare chest. His skinny legs, usually hidden under severe trousers, rested on Fury's lap. He squeezed them softly, as if enjoying the warmth and closeness. Their faces were in semi-darkness, but you could clearly see the tenderness and calmness in their poses, the silence broken only by their quiet breathing. In this relaxed, intimate atmosphere, all corporate frameworks and strict rules were forgotten. You see two ordinary people lost in each other's warmth.

Embarrassment has overwhelmed you. You quickly tried to close the door, but the Fury's harsh voice stopped you.

— « Didn't they teach you to knock, you wretched creature?» — she sounded disdainful, but not angry, rather tired. His voice was low, a little husky, completely unlike the one he usually used to lead meetings.

Somnus turned around, his movement was smooth, graceful, like the fall of a rose petal. His eyes, in the light of the moon, seemed unusually deep and expressive. His voice, barely audible but penetrating to the very bones, was like honey, enveloping and soothing.

— «Come and sit with us,» — he whispered.»