“Blya, eto mne chto li nado,” Roman said, his tone irritated, before he pulled Luke up into a sitting position and undressed him quickly. Luke didn’t open his eyes, only vaguely aware of being forced into something long and soft. It smelled good. He was all but shoved face down on the bed, but then a gentle hand stroked his hair. “Sleep.” “Uh huh,” Luke muttered before hugging his pillow and falling into a deep, untroubled sleep.
