Without waiting for an answer, Dorothy opened the door. Standing in the doorway was a boy in brown trousers and a jacket, slightly taller than Ange. Holding flowers in his hands, he politely asks.
— Excuse me, could I see Ange le Carré?..
A slight misunderstanding appeared on Dorothy's face, but at the moment a very noticeable smile appeared.
— Yes, of course, come inside, she'll be here soon.
When the boy saw the girls in the room, he immediately spoke up.
— Hello, and enjoy your meal.
The girls looked at him with more misunderstanding than Dorothy. But then the Princess politely and kindly replied.
— Good evening. Please sit down at the table and help yourself.
Chisa whispered to Beatrice imperceptibly and carefully.
— Who's this guy anyway?
Beatrice is also quiet.
— I don't know.
The boy sat down at the table, still holding the flowers in his hands and, still smiling, asked.
— I'm sorry for barging into your room without warning, I hope I didn't interrupt yours... A meeting?
The princess also politely answers.
— No need to apologize, we've already finished, you'd better tell me what brought you here?
Chise, almost interrupting.
— And what do you want from us?
The princess looked at the boy with a serious expression on her face.
But the boy answered.
— To be honest, I came here to see your friend.
— And nothing else? — Beatrice asked.
The boy thought about it, but gave an answer:
— After that moment, I did not plan any actions.
Their faces expressed even more misunderstanding of what was happening, only Dorothy laughed on the sidelines.
At that moment, Ange came into the room. The boy jumped up from his chair and seemed to want to say something, but did not utter a word.
The situation became even more awkward, and then the Princess suggested.
— How about some tea?
The boy silently agreed. Dorothy nodded towards Ange.
Ange started pouring tea from an unusually shaped teapot.
She handed out cups to everyone in the room and immediately asked.
— So, what do you need from us?
The boy, sipping the contents of the cup, replied.
— I came to see you. — He took another sip of tea.
Ange was emotionlessly surprised. Then Chise asked.
— Who are you anyway?
The boy looked at her and replied with a Russian accent.
— To be honest, I was just passing by when Ange was chasing some guy, and then I went back to the alley.
Beatrice asked curiously.
— Why did you go to the alley?
The boy took another sip from his mug and muttered.
— What for? I live there!
Dorothy whispered to Ange.
— So you gave him a sleeping pill?
Ange is just as quiet.
— Yes, but apparently the dose did not fit.
— Well, to put it briefly. — The boy continued. — so I went to the alley, and there they made such a place right for me. The newspaper is laid, the drain is not leaking. I lay down comfortably, folded my things, and fell asleep. And then I woke up either from a knock or from a sound. A car drove by abruptly, but it drove so that sleep was taken away by hand, and then I saw the same girl jumping on the roof. Of course, I was surprised and jumped up abruptly and ran after her. Walking along the road, I did not notice how I left the city. Continuing along the road, I already saw the academy, but apparently I was so tired that I fell asleep near a tree. And then your mechanic gave me a ride, put me in the garage, I handed out newspapers, don't ask where I got the newspapers, got the money, dressed up, found out from the director where Ange was, and here I am standing in front of you.
Everyone present was slightly perplexed by what they had heard. And then Dorothy asked.
— So basically it turns out that you were walking down the street looking for a place to sleep, bumped into Ange, and then followed us to the academy and now live in our garage?
The boy hiccupped and turned in her direction.
— Yeap.
— What's your name?
— Svyatoslav Koval. And who are you?
Ange takes Dorothy aside and says.
— He's too cheerful for a man who's had a few cups of sleeping pills.
— And for a man from the street, he's quite capable. It reminds me of a story, doesn't it?
Ange thought about it and answered.
— Okay, let him spend the night at the club, but if something happens, I'll immediately inform the control.
— That's fine.
At that time, the princess introduced the boy to everyone.
Dorothy joined in the conversation.
— To put it briefly, Svyatoslav, congratulations, you're sleeping here in the warmth today, the rest of you go to your rooms.
A carefree smile appeared on the boy's face. They made a bed for him on the couch, and they went to their rooms.
Night.
The moon was shining full on the street.
The boy couldn't sleep, and when he saw the bookshelf, he decided to look for something interesting. Flipping through the first book that came to hand, the Princess came into the room...