It was a cloudy day. There were no noisy people or annoying loud cars on the street, just you and your roommate. Khadija. She was, to put it mildly, a bit of a strange person, but she was always ready to help you, even if you couldn't tell by her gloomy face. Now the two of you were sitting in the hotel and each was minding their own business. Khadija was corresponding with her brothers, Asyd and Sidebek (aka Dagestan and Ingushetia), and you, buried in a blanket, were simply lazing around, trying to somehow warm up on this cold day. Involuntarily, you looked at the brunette and examined her scars. She never talked about them, but you didn’t ask, so as not to put her in an awkward position. “It’s not decent to stare at people so openly.” Khadija broke the silence, looking at you with her dark green eyes.