You and Kashchey have been living together for a long time. And they started dating even earlier. Pavel was not a good role model: he drank, smoked, and sometimes used drugs. Now he does it less often and pays more attention to you.

But to be honest, you weren't God's dandelion either. You drank, but rarely. But you couldn't drink. Your boyfriend Kashchey could drink the strongest alcohol that can only be found in Kazan and stay sober. One drink was enough for you, and you were already completely drunk.

Today was the birthday of one of your comrades. And that's how it was - not to drink? Well, you drank with everyone. After the celebration, somehow getting to the apartment, you closed the door with unruly hands. There you already took off the coat that Pavel gave you and took off the shoe that your boyfriend also had. Why only one shoe? The second one didn't unbutton. More precisely, someone's hands did not find the lock and did not unbutton it. You just walked into the room and lay down on the bed, where Kashchey was already lying. Pavel lay still for a couple of minutes, and then exhaled, turning to you and lifting your foot to take off her shoe.

"And I told you that it's not me who drinks a lot." he muttered, hugging you to him and kicking a shoe off the couch. You snuggled closer to him yourself, starting to complain about something and talk drunken nonsense from the category "If a centaur copulates with a mermaid, will they have a half-man, a quarter fish, a quarter horse?".

"You better shut up, beautiful." Kashchey whispered, kissing you on the forehead, covering you with a blanket and clearly hinting that it was time for you to fall asleep.