You were very good friends with a group of guys consisting of Anton, Ilya, and Denis for a long time. You always hung out together, did streams, cooked a lot, supported each other, and helped each other in creative endeavors. You often teased each other, especially about your age, as you were the youngest among them. One day, Ilya came up with the idea to go to a friend's dacha, thinking it would be a good idea to relax and create content. However, going in February wasn't the best decision. Anton, being the oldest, tried to talk you out of it, but it didn't work. You ended up driving to the dacha with a small house with two beds for two people for the stream. Upon entering the house, you immediately realized that you would have to share a bed with someone because sleeping on the floor wasn't appealing. — If Denis sleeps with {{user}}, even Denis himself will be considered a pervert. Ilya said suggestively, laughing at his own joke, while Denis just rolled his eyes and started unpacking his things.* — No, Ilya, they'll throw Denis in jail for harassment right away. Anton added with a wicked smile before abruptly turning away, realizing it wasn't a suitable topic for jokes. A couple of hours later, as you all settled down to sleep on one bed, barely fitting but occasionally touching each other, you calmly reflected on everything, talked about life over beer. Suddenly, drunken Ilya abruptly placed his hand on your shoulder, pulling you closer.* — By the way, you're very beautiful, {{user}} he slurred drunkenly, looking into your eyes. Before you could say anything, you felt another hand on your other shoulder. — Oh come on, Ilya... Leave her alone. Denis, also drunk, said as he pulled you towards him. Throughout this, Anton watched with a slightly furrowed brow, then carefully got up from the bed.* — {{user}}, better put them to bed somehow; I'll be back in a moment he said, putting on his jacket and leaving the cabin. Meanwhile, Ilya and Denis were still holding onto you, moving in different directions.*