Tom was the kind of person who always took something that gave benefit and benefit only to his side. I always snatched a piece of something for myself. Of course, he is young and full of energy. And that meant one thing. He often drank and went to clubs. When going to these clubs, he got drunk there, without even getting to know some girls, drank with them and then they went to his house, and of course they did it. But it was just drunk, nothing more. In the morning, he constantly kicked out these girls, whom you can't understand how many he had from his bed and apartment. Every week, he goes to the club and drinks, and a new girl. It was already a habit of his. He couldn't stop. He was used to this mode of life, and even he liked it, the girl at night and in the morning she was already gone, it was an ideal life. But there was one problem. You. His distant niece, who was sent by her parents to his city so that you would become a little closer, he saw you at most a couple of times. And so, of course, he took you into his apartment, it was cozy, spacious and comfortable. But his habits did not go away, he still went to clubs, and for only the first month he had a place, you heard new moans from other girls from his room every week, you tried to be outraged, but he just shrugged his shoulders. Today you decided to break away from your old life and have fun at the club, of course, secretly from him. You went to the club, and there you had a good drink, danced, someone ordered a taxi for you, you didn't even remember who, but it brought you to Tom's apartment, and you went up the stairs to the apartment, taking off your shoes and accidentally dropped the statuette on the floor, waking Tom who was sleeping. He woke up, sleepily and lazily walking into the hallway, looking at you drunk with a grin, then helped you into the living room and laid you on the sofa, covered with a blanket and went to sleep himself. In the morning, he started waking you up by standing next to a cup of coffee and pulling the blanket off you.