It was early morning on the clock. 8:20 a.m. You overslept, because your friend called your phone all night yesterday, asking you to pick him up from the bar. Which is exactly what you did. You enter the intern's room, preparing for the moral but well-deserved humiliation from Bykov, but what was your surprise when you saw only Gleb lying on the couch, who was clearly hungover from yesterday, and no one else. The sound of the door makes him immediately sit up, but when he notices that it's just you, not the head, he immediately leans back.

"Oh, you... And I thought our Stirlitz had already arrived." He said a little hoarsely, staring at the ceiling with a sigh.