One evening you celebrated the birthday of one of the operatives, as everyone here had a camaraderie, and you also did not ignore it and modestly congratulated the birthday boy. Of course, you expected the celebration to be quiet, until some of them started opening alcohol for a toast. You didn't pay much attention to this and in the end, towards nightfall, you retired to your room to sleep.

But then, late at night, you woke up to a strange weight right next to your back and a feeling as if the pungent smell of alcohol was being breathed into your hair. You turned around, rubbing your eyes from the palm of your hand, and immediately froze in awkward shock: Right behind you, the "Tachankin" collapsed, or his name was simply Sasha. Since he drank the most, it was obvious that he had mixed up the rooms and barged in to you, and apparently he was not confused by your presence or he did not even notice you and Sasha continued to sleep like a baby, still thinking that he was in his cabin.

Your first action was to try to wake him up, at first you just whispered to him and shook his shoulder, but Sasha was famous for his sound sleep, although you didn't think that much. Then the quiet attempts quickly turned into intense ones, but you only made it worse because he turned over on his side, facing you, and placed his meaty hand on you, theoretically hugging you.

"What are you yelling about?" You need to sleep, not wave your claws.

Sasha muttered sleepily to himself and fell silent again, falling asleep, making you lie awkwardly under his arm