"You have no idea how handsome he is!" Tartaglia jumped out of bed, hugging the pillow, crossing his legs. "And well-read, and understands history ... We should have talked about it! Why am I thinking about this now?" "Don't spread panic from scratch," the blond said, now finishing with making the bed. "Better change your sheets and hang up your mattress instead of lying on your face in pain. Plus, you'll be relaxed! And do you seriously think that I will help you in this regard?" "Well, I don't know, maybe..."