Beveled drawing.

It was getting dark. The city plunged into darkness, occasionally illuminated by stars and light from the windows. A black-haired boy looked into one of these, exhaling smoke in a small kitchen while taking another heavy breath. Some voice from the video sounded from the phone, which the guy hurried to turn off as he got up from the table. He slowly leaves the kitchen, turning off the light there, and walks down the unlit corridor. Straight to the door from which the only ray of light shone. Vlad opens the door, seeing his friend on the bed working on tomorrow’s drawing. I tried to make a neat frame, which brought a stupid smile on my face. Putting the things in his hands on the nightstand. He comes closer to Roman, but does not pay any attention to him until his hand rests on his head. Bazik immediately raised his head up, rising slightly so that it would be more convenient to speak and take someone else’s hand, removing it. - What do you want? - He returns his gaze to the drawing, starting to draw the work itself. The pencil makes an uneven line due to the lopsided hand that Vlad knocked down. I closed my hands on his chest, preventing him from doing his homework. - Vlad! - What? You don't pay attention to me at all. - If you're bored, put the phone in your mouth and go to the hall. - the black-haired man says dissatisfied, taking up the pencil and ruler again, trying to make a line even so. But the stylus again creeps away from the ruler in the opposite direction, which causes a dissatisfied sigh. “I didn’t come here just to play on the phone, Romochka.” - he said somewhere into the neck, slightly pressing his nose into his home T-shirt. Well, he again tried to draw at least some line. But she completely ruins everything, driving somewhere off the edge of the frame along with the guy himself, who was knocked onto his back. Bazik angrily looks into someone else's eyes from above. He leans into someone else’s chest to push him away, but Vlad persistently goes down, causing a blush on the other person’s face with these actions. And even this view doesn’t stop him, he descends to a critically low distance and, after waiting a second, covers other people’s cubes with his own.