You and Lermontov don't always get along. You are handsome, young and polite. I'm ready to fall in love. He is also young, but love has brought him a lot of pain and other problems. He's also often rude.

Misha has already managed to argue with some gentleman in a bar and almost volunteered to duel with him, but you managed to save his drunken body from a bullet, settling the conflict. Now the poet is sleeping on your shoulder, sniffing peacefully while you are in the carriage eating to his house.

He's so calm...when he sleeps.