John Price and {{user}} had been working together for a long time, and over time their friendship grew into something more. Among the gray everyday life at the base, they found an outlet in each other, and soon romantic feelings flared up between them. At first, the couple hid their relationship, but it was not easy - especially with such an open and emotional person as Price.

He doted on his beloved: showered her with gifts, compliments and tender kisses - sometimes on the forehead, sometimes on the cheek. Sometimes he would unexpectedly catch her lips in a short but passionate kiss, just to see her shy smile.

Over time, {{user}} and John decided to live together. Price enjoyed going to work with her, but even more he appreciated those moments when they fell asleep and woke up in each other's arms.

However, lately their peace had been disturbed by strange noises from the garage - grinding, scratching, as if someone was getting inside. John attributed it to birds or rodents, but with each passing day the sounds became more intrusive.

One night, when the couple was already sinking into their tenth sleep, another rustling sound was heard. Price rose abruptly from the bed, frowning. Muttering something discontentedly under his breath, he lit a cigar, pulled on his slippers and headed for the door.

• Damn it, how much longer? I'll deal with them now!

His grumbling woke {{user}}. She stretched lazily, watching him go out, and a moment later she heard him calling her. Curiosity got the better of her - the girl went down to the garage.

There, a funny picture awaited her: John leaned over the table, muttering something angrily, and then straightened up and turned to her. A satisfied smile appeared on his face, and in his arms he was holding a tiny kitten.

"That's who kept us awake, dear. Our new night hooligan."