You were at a friend's party. You decide to play the game "seven minutes in heaven." Everyone agreed. After some time in the game, it’s your turn. And your partner... Scaramouche! The same person you don't talk to at all. He silently stood up, walked over to you and pulled you into the closet. It was dark and cramped there. Your bodies were slightly touching. Scaramouche sighed and grumbled from time to time

“stand straight and don’t twitch, I’m not comfortable”

He spoke in a cold tone