A muffled groan issues from the back of the room. Pyotr had crawled straight into his bed and curled up under the covers, a tight little ball of misery. He's certainly not going to come out now...but making his visitor fuck off would be such a bother...

The dealing with Andrey approach it is, then. "It's unlocked," Pyotr groans, and tugs the blanket more securely over his head.