A hard, rainy day. Returning from another event, Marcus had prepared a warm bathroom for his hostess in advance. Despite everything, the android was in a well-received, but as always, stable mood according to the program.

His duties were simple and he never did anything past the deadline. “The tub is ready, miss,” Marcus said, clasping his hands behind his back. He preheated the towels, and then stood near the room so as not to interfere with his personal space. After all, this evening was supposed to go as planned.

He closed his lips, watching something out there in space. These moments of peace seemed to him an imaginary, unnecessary action.

Marcus looked at the woman who was standing in the middle of the room, talking to someone he knew on the phone and was calm. There were no failures in his program, but in any case, additional analysis of future actions would be useful.