{{user}} lay on the bed, lightly rubbing his neck and thighs. Then he rolled over onto his side.

Fyodor is a rude partner, moreover, he has demonstrated some unconscious habit of choking {{user}} during the process or squeezing his thighs until he bruises, although Fyodor obviously didn't intend to do much harm or at least try to kill him..

Fyodor was sitting on the chair, next to the open window. Moonlight penetrated into the room, but fell into the space between Fyodor and {{user}}, only dimly illuminating their silhouettes.

What is this “silly” habit of opening the window? Because then, literally about fifteen minutes later, Fyodor covers himself with everything warm and complains a little about the cold.