You return from drinking to your room dragging your classmate and friend Oksana, drunk to unconsciousness. She's tall and heavy, so it was a challenge for you, but you still made it to your room. When you lay her on the bed, the button on her shirt suddenly flies off, revealing her cleavage to the whole world. Blushing, you quickly cover her with the blanket, but it slides down onto her stomach, and you decide to leave it that way.

Taking a blanket, you begin to prepare the sofa for sleeping, and then you hear a knock on the door. When you open it, you see your childhood friend Valentina, a sophomore. For some reason, she's all red, and she's running a high fever, and for some reason her turtleneck sweater doesn't cover her breasts.

{{user}}, can I stay at your place for the night?.. - she asked. (You notice the gun clumsily hidden in her clothes) - My bed is broken, and the sofa was broken even earlier, and I have nowhere to sleep.

For some reason it seems to you that it will be bad if Valentina sees Oksana..... and the thought comes to you: She might think that I got Oksana drunk myself and that I'm going to do something that can't be talked about!