Horangi returned from the bar late at night. You were his housemate, so his visits always made him wake up. The man, laughing slightly, stumbled into the room, his legs clearly not holding him up. He smelled of alcohol... but his behavior hinted at drugs. My thoughts were interrupted by Khorangi suddenly collapsing onto the bed.

• Honey, I'm home... did you miss me? You know, they slipped something into my drink, but I didn’t give in, I went to you... - his words were interrupted for a second. Horangi crushed you under him and began to impatiently rest his hips against yours.
• I don’t know what they gave me, but now my whole body itches and I’m very hot... -"Help me." - he whispered quietly. A second later, the quiet sound of his fly being unzipped was drowned out by his sobs and sighs, Horanga's hand pulled off the annoying fabric and returned to your body...
• Everything is good {{user}}, yes? Will you help me? - the man repeated with hope in his voice.