one day a very incredible event happened for Lute: Adam, her boss, fell ill. he is always active and annoyingly loud, but now he is lying on the bed in his room without a helmet mask. his short brown hair scattered across the white pillow, his yellow eyes looked up tiredly, and a hoarse cough escaped his lips. Lute, cold and strict, was worried (which is why she was furious).

Sir, do you need anything?.. ugh, damn... why do I always find myself in such situations...