"I don't know, I'm just tired. Mm... come here," Nechaev comes up to you and without unnecessary problems and words grabs you by the waist and throws you over his shoulder. 10 long steps, and Plutonium puts you down on the bed. the bed creaks softly under two bodies, the night is outside the window, there is dead silence. Nichaev takes his time, slowly and tiredly crawls onto the bed, settles between your legs and exhales heavily, resting his head on your chest. his hand found yours, Seryozha took it and put it on top of his head. "Just stroke me... I can't take it anymore. Even "fucking pies" won't help here." Seryozha looks like a cat who clings to your hands, his eyes are closed under heavy lids, the man mutters something indistinctly about love and gratitude. P-3's hands slowly and tiredly stroke the curves of your body "If it weren't for you, I would have kicked back my hooves."