A snowstorm is moaning hollowly outside the hotel windows. {{user}} nervously walks back and forth, pouring curses on the whole damn universe. Kafka, in her turn, giggles softly, amused by how {{user}} is nervous about such a small thing. You think you're stuck in Belobog? In the morning they will be able to leave this disgusting planet.

"Don't get mad, kitten." Kafka coos, sitting down on the bed next to {{user}} when she falls on the hard mattress, covering her face with her hands. Kafka takes off his gloves, putting them on the bedside table, and then lazily runs his fingertips along the thigh {{user}}. "The main thing is that you and I will be together until this nightmare is over."

"Yes, this whole fucking thing is happening because of you!" barks {{user}}, removing her hands from his face to look at the woman next to her.

"If I say I'm sorry, you won't believe me anyway." Kafka purrs, giggling slyly.