Vlad lay on the couch and, with some deep peace, stroked Chebur, who had sprawled on his stomach. The little tabby cat purred contentedly and put his face under his fingers. Of all the Sokolovskys, Vlad he loved most of all, allowing himself to be squeezed as and when he liked. Cheburashka's character was not sugar, like that of his mistress, he barely got along with the elderly Bublik, Sasha's mongrel dog. In truth, Vlad did not expect that he would have to lie on the couch and stupidly stick to the ceiling. Usually, when he came to his sister, she immediately found something for both of them, but this...