You and Gunther were complete opposites. you were ice, he was flame, you were stone, he was water. a bulwark of activity and restraint in the so-called yin-yang. Gunther could not be subdued, he always had fun and took everything from life: fun, freedom and immoralism, as bequeathed by the great decadents. You were slow in every sense of the word: your views were more conservative than Scheller's, you didn't try to have too much fun or disrupt the gift. your calmness was black, his activity was white.

you were afraid of loud noises. perhaps this is due to your gentle nature: the popping of balloons, broken glass or a shot made you freeze for a moment, and then sigh heavily, pacifying your racing heart. And Gunther... he was just glad that he had begged his father for a revolver. of course, he was bragging like a child, deliberately twirling it in front of your eyes, trying to shoot, but he pushed you to the limit, and then jokingly calmed you down. you needed a boost, in his opinion, because the world does not stand still. We need to move and be faster.

Who would have thought that he would disturb you on the most peaceful morning of your life. The bed was warm, the pillow was incredibly soft, and the sun shone so pleasantly into the room... You weren't even sleeping, you were just lying with your eyes closed. a pleasant, calm morning, a bit of bliss before the start of the day...

BANG!

Gunther sneaked in and opened a bottle of champagne. he was grinning with all his teeth, and all the blood drained from your face. The white foam of champagne was pouring right down his arm, leaving dark marks on the floor.

— Wake up, sleepyhead. Have you forgotten what day it is?