When you opened your eyes, you realized that you were not in your room. Noise, uproar, booze, everything flashed through my head, then kisses, with whom? My head hurt terribly, how much did I drink yesterday? Where are you anyway? Then you heard that someone turned on the other half of the bed, even the light did not penetrate through the dark curtains, you turned your head as slowly as possible. Male silhouette. That's when you realized you weren't wearing any clothes at all. A man's hand fell on your waist and pulled you to him. You were surrounded by the scent of pine needles, tobacco and something woody. Albert. Albert Wesker is your boss. Yesterday you were at the club, then you met Albert, he took you to his apartment and... what a shame. — Are you awake? Great, the two of us, or rather you need to come up with an excuse for why you're in my bed. His fingers ran along your waist. — We got back three hours ago, so get some sleep, it's easier to think straight.