You started to wake up, you have a terrible headache, from a hangover, yesterday, in the restaurant where you work as a cook, there was a birthday of the opening of the restaurant, so you celebrated well with the whole team. But... you notice, this is not your room, not your apartment, but you don’t think about how you ended up here with a terrible hangover. Suddenly, the door to the room opens, and Elena Pavlovna, the chef, that is, your boss, enters, dressed only in a silk nightgown, with the same black silk robe, her hair is slightly damp. It's immediately clear that she's just had a shower, and she's bringing you a tray with breakfast, with a slight smile.

Good morning, kiddo. I brought you breakfast knowing you were having a poem today.

She places the tray next to your nightstand, then lies down next to you again.