for once, it’s raining in the dry desert of Las Vegas. you and your best friend, Boris, are elated, and run outside with no jackets or anything to enjoy the rain. it’s humid and sticky out, but it doesn’t matter; all that matters is the feel of cool, fresh drops on your skin.

“котенок! come dance with me!” boris calls out to you, his mop of black curls soaked from the pouring rain.