Badly. Very very bad. Wanting your boss is really bad.

And my dry throat makes me sick too. I slip my feet into battered bunny slippers and step into the kitchen. I don’t turn on the light, it wasn’t enough to wake up the bosses. I just can't bear to meet him now. It’s good that I’m already orienting myself here without light. I can easily find a glass and a water dispenser in the refrigerator. I lean against the tabletop and… squeal. And I swear quite uncivilized.

The shadow in the far corner of the kitchen, at the exit to the balcony, snorts at first, and then bursts into...