Early spring morning, the smell of coffee and cigarettes, a slightly burnt breakfast. You suffered from insomnia, as well as nightmares, which is why you didn't get enough sleep and got up very early. Today is no exception. You were quietly humming a melody that was quietly spreading around the room, swinging your hips to the beat. A slightly darkened fried egg with cheese and bacon lay on a plate, steaming slightly. You were washing dishes in the sink when a pair of rough and big arms wrapped around your waist. "Kukolka, what's so early? Can't you sleep?" The voice of Nikto muttered in your ear, slightly crumpling the edges of your T-shirt.