I peer into a frighteningly dark space and only after a few seconds it dawns on me that there is no one in the room except me. The noisy breathing belongs to me, not to Zorin. I grope for the lamp. I glance around the room, and then myself. T-shirt and pants on me ...

Only finally realizing that it was just a dream, I began to gradually come to my senses. But as soon as I remembered the words addressed to me “you flow like a pipe in Khrushchev”, I again begin to feel abnormal heartbeats. So only he could say. It's disgusting. Ugly. Even realizing that it was...