I don’t even remember what I dreamed. But he was awakened in the middle of the night by a vigilant wife with a question in her forehead: "What is Olya?"

What kind of olive?

I wanted to ask you, what kind of olive is this?! to

What...what woke me up?

In a dream, you called Olya. Their mistress? Fuck her? What was silent? Go and talk!

Did I call in my dream?

In a dream!! to

I... Well then okay...

How is it okay? Have you turned away from me?

In my dreams I can do anything. To fuck, to fuck. So you sleep too.