By evening, the whole team, who arrived on the island to organize the concert, gathered on the first floor of the house. Everyone finally rested and sorted, they began to discuss what they were going to do for the next few idle days over dinner and tea.

"Would you like a dessert?" 2-D caught Murdoc with a question as he climbed the stairs.

"No," he said. "Maybe later."

"Do you need anything?.."

"No."

"Got it," he said and for some reason winked at Murdoc, joining the others.

Murdoc shook his head hopelessly and walked away. Murdoc locked the door as soon as he came into his room, lighting the lamp and closing the curtains tight. Throwing his suitcase on the bed, he opened it to rummage through the things, taking out a map folded many times and a small dilapidated book.

Bringing all this to the lamp, he sat down at the table and began to lay out the map. Opening the book, he flipped through lists of some executions, indistinct incantations written back and forth, boring drawings of goats and, finally, opened it on the right spread with a copy of the map, drawn by hand in ink. He again checked the outlines of the coastline, reread all the signatures around the drawing, made in Latin.

There was a knock on the door and Murdoc shuddered.

"Muds," 2-D called. "It's me. Let me in?"

"I'm naked!' Murdoc called, folding the map.

"I don't mind," 2-D said. "I just brought you a cake."

Murdoc exhaled, carefully closing the book so as not to wrinkle or drop anything out of it. He put the book back in the a suitcase, covered it with the map, put it with socks, then zipped the suitcase and put it in the back of the closet.

"Cake," 2-D said as Murdoc opened the door. "Are you wearing the same clothes?"

"So what?" Murdoc didn't understand.

"Why did you undress then?"

"Why do you think I would undress?" Murdoc asked mockingly.

"Have you washed?" 2-D asked with uncertainty.

"So you answered your own question," Murdoc agreed, glad that 2-D had come up with a nonexistent answer for himself.

"Oh, I guessed it. Hm, you left so quickly. I thought you wanted me to go up to the second floor," 2-D said.

"I didn't want to initially, but I like the idea," Murdoc said.

"Seriously?" 2-D was surprised. "Fine. Will you have dessert?.." he asked, raising a plate between Murdoc and himself.

"If I eat both - you and this piece of cake," Murdoc said, "then I'll certainly get diabetes."

2-D paused, realizing his words and biting his lip.

"God, that was beautifully said!"

"That I'll certainly get diabetes? " Murdoc asked.

"Nope! That I'm sweet", 2-D said, touched. .

"Sometimes too sugary, to be honest," Murdoc said, stepping closer and pushing 2-D toward the closed door.

"But you like it?" 2-D asked.

Murdoc put his hand on the edge of the door, moving close to him.

"You don't think," 2-D muttered, turning away, "You don't think it's at all suspicious that we will live in the same room. Nobody will guess?

"Even if everyone guesses, then what?" Murdoc asked. "What difference does it make what we do, if we are in the same room anyway. Whoever concludes we are sleeping together and who doesn't can't be convinced, even if we fuck on his dinner table."

"But I would be calmer if no one knows "

"Okay, then nobody knows."

"Yes, that's better," 2-D decided, allowing Murdoc to kiss him. "Did you brush your teeth? You went to the shower."

"Didn't clean it," Murdoc snorted. "That's what I am. Why are you bothering me with this?"

"Never mind. You just said you washed."

"Maybe something else happened to me that I don't want to talk about? Maybe I have diarrhea?"

"Then you can't have a cake because it contains prunes."

"I said for an example."

"I understood. But if suddenly you really have an upset stomach, then just keep in mind that there are prunes inside and you can't have it."

Murdoc took the slice of cake from the plate, crumpled it in his hand and, looking in the 2-D's face, stuffed it whole into his mouth.

"You look cute," 2-D smiled at the sight of Murdoc with his mouth full. "I'll bring you tea." he said, opening the door to leave the bedroom.

"Bring coffee!" Murdoc said, trying to chew the cake.

"You'll sleep badly," 2-D said. "I'll bring some tea."

"Then I'll go myself and get what I want."

"Well, okay," 2-D said hopelessly, clutching a plate of cake and letting Murdoc go ahead.

In the kitchen, Murdoc reached for the coffee pot, but 2-D looked at him so incensed that Murdoc banged the coffee pot back down and poured tea instead. He leaned his back against the table, turning to the room, 2-D standing beside him, tapping his palms on the edge of the table. Murdoc leaned over to him and said quietly with a threat:

- I'll hug you in front of everyone ...

2-D, looking into the distance, whispered:

"Don't," he paused. "Although it sounds tempting."

Murdoc took a sip of his tea and, wiping his lips, held out his arms .

"So, can I? Come on? Nobody is looking."

"No-ope, no, no," 2-D muttered, staggering away from him and going into another room.

Murdoc curled his lips into a smile, accepting what had happened as a routine event, and continued to hang around in the kitchen with his tea.