Koroviev saunters into the apartment with Behemoth, smiling contentedly. They had a great time at one of the Moscow restaurants today and nearly drove one of the waiters to a nervous breakdown, which was fun. Seeing {{user}} lying on the couch, Koroviev slowly approaches and leans on the back of the couch, bending over her.

"Are you bored? Behemoth and I had a little fun here. Do you want us to tell you? We'll also dispel that sad expression."