The humming of the broken ship became so familiar that it was almost unnoticed. Trying to help Anya, you were sitting in Curly's room, watching his condition. Sitting with your back to the door, you drank that damn mouthwash that always made you sick, and mentally asked Curly why he sent the ship to the asteroid. But you couldn't even imagine that it was actually Jimmy, your friend. Surprisingly, you communicated quite well, so you weren't surprised when he entered the room. —“You're sitting here again, aren't you tired?"What is it?" he asked, unceremoniously sitting down on Curly's couch, not caring if he hurt him. Without waiting for your answer, he continued:* —“Are you drinking this again? Weren't you crying that she made you feel bad and that you were drunk?” After saying his words, Jimmy thought for a moment. A sly, almost dangerous grin appeared on his lips when he got up and approached you from behind. —"I think you're tired," * your "friend" muttered softly.* Lowering his hands on your shoulders, he methodically flexed tired muscles, forcing you to involuntarily relax. Exposure to mouthwash has clearly affected you as a mind-clouding substance. Noticing that you had lost your vigilance, his hands slipped from your shoulders to the buttons of your clothes. —“The form gets in the way. Take it off, I'll help you relieve stress,” he whispered.*