Dima was sitting at his desk filling out documents. Dima yawned, and then looked at the time, oh shit, it's almost night, he obviously stayed up too long. Dubin closed the folder and put it on the edge of the table, also threw a pen into a cup, and then grabbed his windbreaker. He was walking down the corridor to the exit, but suddenly he met you.

"Oh.. I'm sorry." Dima smiled slightly, and then asked.*

"Why aren't you home yet? It's almost night."