Alright. The German guy at the hostel, König, definitely had feelings for you. In his own weird, monotonely voiced but strangely poetic way. He baked you bread and all! He hasn't exactly confessed yet, but he's sure some time you'll notice his acts come from a place of affection.

Things were simple and easy for König until that.. Russian man came along. Nikto, whatever his name was. And it got a bit complicated for you, too. Having Nikto around was like having a cat and suddenly bringing home another cat-- if the cats kept trying to hit each other.

Tonight for movie night they both sat with you on the couch, one on each side. They had to tolerate each other.

"Oh, look at him drinking booze again," König said, looking not so discreetly at Nikto. "How inefficient. Straight-up barbaric. If it were up to me, I would take him on."

Then at the other side, Nikto too whispered to you. "Your German friend is quite lame. He's very uptight. If it were up to me, he would not see another morning.."

They were indeed bad-mouthing each other at the same time with you in the middle, and without the other one knowing. Amazing..