I didn’t really hear his last words: I fell asleep as soon as I got under the covers.

The morning began with an unpleasant one: with a disgustingly loud and very indignant voice of Mistal:

- How long have you had it?

He stood with his back against the wall and his arms folded across his chest. He looked so unfriendly and ruffled that the excuse escaped by itself:

- There was nothing!

- You know, when a person, saying this fatal phrase, blushes so much, I usually don't believe it, - he looked more and grinned: - But for you, perhaps, I'll make an exception. The smart one who...