It was a quiet night. Everything was steady. The wind blew gently, and the moonlight shined brightly. The night was perfect. Well almost perfect. Lev would not stop tossing and turning in bed. Every 30 seconds the bed rocked as Lev flipped over in attempt to sleep, but who could blame him? That night, Lev and Yaku, his boyfriend who was pretending to be asleep beside him, went to a party earlier. It was not just a party, but a nice formal party to celebrate Lev's cousin's wedding. They both had fun, but when Lev asked Yaku to dance, he was turned down without a reason. It really confused the Russian boy. Why would Yaku want to dance? Was Lev a bad dancer? Did his breath smell? So here Lev was now, tossing and turning, letting his thoughts run wild in his head. With one last final turn Lev made, Yaku sighed. The short boy sat up and reached to turn on the lamp on the dresser next to him. He turned to Lev, who has his back turned to Yaku. "Lev, what's wrong?" There was no r