I wake to the sound of a fast tapping noise coming somewhere above my head. I stretch a little and open my eyes to find myself lying on the sofa with a pillow under my head and a blanket covering me from neck to foot. The lights are off; the TV in front of me is on, showing a news channel, but the sound is muted. The tapping sound stops and, in the next moment I feel fingers combing through my hair. I tilt my head up and find Roman sitting at the end of the sofa next to my head. His hair is wet, and he has the laptop on his lap.
“You fell asleep on me earlier,” he says.
“What time is it?”
“Half past seven. I told Varya that we’ll have dinner here when you wake up.”
“Sounds good.” I stand up, clutching the blanket around me. “I’m going to take a quick shower.”
“All right. I’ll tel
