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"Holy shit you got a romantic here," crawled a sleepy Kirill.

He was about to open his mouth to ask Nastya to make coffee for him too, but then he realized that the borzometer should be adjusted.

So, he went to make his own. He rummaged around and found some cookies and waffles.

He took out a vase of cookies and waffles and offered them to Nastya and Oleg.

"Oh, thanks, buddy," Oleg said.

"Thank you," Nastya replied absent-mindedly. Somehow Kirill's appearance made her tense, because she knew how it usually ended.

In the end, Kirill dragged the pouf out onto the veranda and sat down next to them to drink his own brewed coffee. He had already noticed that Oleg was partial to Nastya and thought he should slow down. But, in fact, after a stormy night he had no desire to.

About an hour later Ivan woke up and found that he was alone in the cellar, and even closed. He had a wild thought that they had killed Nastya and dragged her to bury her. "Well, what an idiot I am, why did I screw them up with my "if"!!!!" – jumped out like scalded, then already heard a quiet conversation somewhere outside, still wary, went out and realized that he was really a moron that such a thought on his comrades.

"Phew, and I was kind of scared there was no one there," he admitted honestly.

"Do you want coffee?" – Kirill asked – "Of course," Ivan replied, "but I drink instant."

"Sunny, do you have instant?" – Kirill inquired.

"Yes, I brought it from the store yesterday," Oleg answered instead of Nastya.

Kirill waved to Vanya – let's go inside and talk.

"You see, Vanya, Olezha has fallen for our Snow White," Kirill began, pouring him some nescafe.

"So, let's slow down, after all, we're overdoing it as it is."

"What am I, I'm nothing," answered Vanya. In fact, he wasn't really going to do it.

In fact, if each of them had been on their own, they would never have done it. And if each of them had been in a different company, with more restrained, so to speak, comrades, the same thing – there would not have been all this.

But as it happened, Kirill decided that it was no big deal. Or rather he just really wanted to and the situation itself turned him on very much and that it was possible to realize a lot of fantasies that were, but somehow everything did not add up. Did he think about the fact that it was actually coercion? That Nastya didn't actually agree? He preferred not to think about it. Oleg lost his head, and Ivan sort of decided that he could take advantage of the situation, since it had gone so far anyway.

Of course, each of them could have said a firm "no" to themselves. Sure, each of us has a choice. But there are situations when we behave in ways we did not expect.

Maybe if Nastya had resisted very zealously and actively, it would have stopped them, most likely. But when Oleg entered the kitchen, there was almost nothing to stop, and, in fact, he was in a situation where he could pretend that he hadn't seen anything. Or get into a confrontation with Kirill. But he really did treat him well. He really did consider him a buddy, so to speak. And in general, how did he know – maybe Nastya had agreed herself first, and then started to "deny" and cry.

But Nastya was frightened. She lived alone and was generally used to the fact that there was no point in waiting for someone to intercede, especially in such a difficult situation, especially when all three of them were armed.

She had already heard and read all sorts of stories about various atrocities – how could she know if they were true or not and if they were like this or not.

You know, it's just scary to have three armed men suddenly barge in on you. Why did she let them in in the first place? Did anyone ask her? They just walked in, that's all.

Oleg, sitting in pleasant company on the veranda, remembered that there were elderly people in the village and asked Nastya in which houses they lived, although two of them he had already visited – but maybe he had missed someone?

"Do you want me to go and show you," she offered. He hesitated a lot – "What if this is an excuse for her to tell someone everything?" – he thought. But he said, "Let's go."

He told the guys they were going to visit elderly woman. In fact, she was the only one left in the village. The same one that Oleg used to bring medicine to. And grandpa Pasha.

"Well, see for yourself," Kirill said with a hint. You're responsible for what might happen, he said.

When they had gone away from the house about 200 meters, Oleg turned Nastya by the shoulders to himself and, looking into her eyes, asked – "Everything is all right, isn't it?" – and pulled her against him.

"True," sighed Nastya. And then added – "Well, what do you think, I'll tell Baba Nadya all this, she's 72 years old!"

They approached elderly woman Nadia's house, but there was no light there for some reason. They knocked, but she didn't open the door. Nastya knew that she had a key under the bollard at the entrance. She took the key and opened the door.

"Baba Nadya, are you here?" – Nastya called out.

And from somewhere from under the floor they heard a voice – "Nastya, I can't get out of the cellar, something's wrong with my leg, I must have moved it".

"Oleg realized that he had to call Ivan to get this elderly woman out of the cellar, the ladder was steep, he might drop her.

"Grandma, this is Oleg, I brought you medicine, I'll call a friend now, we'll get you out."

Then he thought it might be better to send Nastya to fetch Ivan, he seemed more practical about such things. Nastya didn't want to go alone and then Oleg decided to go together, after all, nothing would happen in 15 minutes.

Ivan looked at Nastya a little suspiciously and suggested leaving her at home, but Nastya objected that she had a medical degree and could at least apply a bandage. Because there was no question of taking her anywhere at all. It was too dangerous at the moment.

Shots were heard in the distance, but it was as if they were everywhere.

They took the plaid and gently lifted the grandmother upstairs. Nastya tried to examine the leg, but of course it was unclear exactly. There could have been a fracture. In any case, she couldn't apply anything but a stiff bandage. She taped a plank on it just in case. She asked Granny Nadia not to step on her foot for the time being. She had crutches, but it was still hard for her in that position and at her age.

"Nastya, I didn't know you had guys staying with you."

"Yes," smiled Oleg, "Nastya has us warmed up and even feeds us."

Baba Nadia looked at them both suspiciously – "Hey, look at me, don't hurt the girl"

"Oh, come on, how could we," Oleg assured her.

"It's okay baba Nadia, it's okay," Nastya tried to smile.

"Why don't you stay with me, Nastyush?" – Grandma Nadia asked.

"How can we do without her?" objected Oleg, "Is there anyone else who can stay with you?"