In the morning, in the mist of sleepy eyes, I saw Andrei's face. I took my nerve and saw Andre lying on his side beside me looking at my face. I stared into his eyes and seemed to remember what had happened. To be honest, my consciousness was almost blurry last night. If I hadn't seen André right next to me now, I would hardly be sure what had happened. I was still a little delirious, and said to him in confusion:

- "Andrey, I feel like I'm in a dream! ”

- "I also feel like I'm in a dream," Andrei said, gently kissing my face.

I was expressionless and didn't seem to react to him.

That's when the alarm went off. The ringtone pulls me back to reality. Unlike last night's wild thoughts, my first reaction now was. How am I dealing with what happened at the moment? Consciously, this shouldn't have happened, and I wanted to avoid it as much as possible, but since it was already like this, my first reaction was to cover up the facts.

I felt naked, I ignored Andre, I got up and searched for my pajamas.

I think Andre may have been worried about how I would react. And what I'm doing so far is something he didn't expect, he doesn't seem to be able to figure out what I'm thinking at all, Andre leans against the head of the bed and looks at me nervously. I think he may have thought my behavior was particularly abnormal.

I put on my nightgown, my heart was much more settled, I lifted the quilt in the panic search, the blood stains on the snow-white leaflets made me and Andre a little foggy, I looked at the stain to look at him, he looked at the stain to look at me, we both seemed to see some kind of monster.

Andrei seemed to be at a loss for what time it was, he didn't dare to say a word to me except staring at me, and stayed in bed as if he had no idea,

I threw his clothes at him, and he started to remember to get dressed.

I took out the clean sheets and put them on, I made the bed, I cleaned it, I rolled up the dirty sheets, and was thinking about hiding there, until then Andrei was holding me and the sheets from behind me, and I heard him whisper, "I'll wash this!" I replied, "How can you wash this!" I walked to the door, heard that there seemed to be no movement outside the door, and said to Andrei: "You go, don't let anyone see it!" He looked at me timidly and obediently went quietly.

I cleaned the "crime scene" and ran into the bathroom to wash it carefully, as if I wanted to erase all the things that happened yesterday from me. I don't know how to face myself today, and the only thing I think is that the good reputation I thought I had all along ruined myself. I put on my makeup carefully, for fear that someone would see something unusual about me.

I was a thief in the unit, and I was a mediocre person who disturbed myself for a day, and I didn't notice any changes in others about me. When I returned to the academy, I saw that everyone didn't seem to have any special reaction. My heart finally settled in my stomach.