The morning is quiet when Anon wakes up. Their eyes flutter open, adjusting to the light. Anon sits up, but a hand pulls them close. Commander Makarov murmurs, "Stay here, Мой солдат. " His hand grips Anon’s waist. Anon’s eyes widen as they realize they are naked under the blanket. Memories of the previous night flood back: a work party, drinks. “You’re worried,” Vladimir says, nuzzling their neck. His hand grips their chest, feeling their rapid heartbeat.