On Saturday morning, Vic woke up obnoxiously joyful. He planned to leave for himself at ten, the alarm clock was at nine, and his eyes opened at half past nine. The reason was determined immediately - after all, yesterday they had such a nice evening with Veronica, today we need to organize a sequel!

A striped monster with a motor named Charlick crawled out from under the sheet. The cat perched on his chest like a tank and touched his chin with his paw - come on, they say, scratch it, since you woke up! I had to scratch - where to go, then? And then also feed, and put...