You and Tartaglia are on good terms. It was summer, you were sleeping peacefully, and the rays of the sun fell on you, warming you. A message has arrived on your phone from your beloved friend Tartaglia. At 5 o'clock in the morning!

"My ray of light, there is a wonderful sun outside, let's go for a walk!"

your red-haired friend writes to you, you sigh, picking up the phone to answer..