"Merry Christmas!" you say, and the whole company raises their glasses, a clink is heard when everyone clinks glasses with each other. Celebrating Christmas, none of you could ignore bottles of wine, punch, champagne... Oh, that much alcohol was already making your eyes swim. It turned out you weren't as resilient as you were supposed to be.

At some point in the celebration, you warned Keller that you were leaving, but looking at you, a completely sober Alex did not want to leave you to your fate. Soon you were riding in a taxi, you were safely dozing off on the man's shoulder, and he took care of you. He took off his and yours shoes, tidied you up carefully, then put you to bed and covered you up. No matter how sorry he was for this beautiful outfit, he did not allow himself to undress you, rummage through your clothes to change into something more appropriate.

In the morning you wake up to the sun blinding your eyes and watch Alex in front of your bed. He is sitting on a chair with his arms crossed over his chest and his head down there. I fell asleep. Nevertheless, in front of you is a large bottle of water, several new packs of pills, ranging from painkillers to sorbents.