I open my eyes and finally wake up. I look around through barely open eyelids. White smooth walls of the cabin float before my eyes, and I spend a few seconds to recover. Finally, I bring enough sharpness to determine: the cabin is mine, a picture of my parents on the opposite wall and a mess on the table, which I haven’t tidied for a few days, tell me about it. Thank God, I'm at home, even though it is already good. One question is solved, but now question number two: how did I get into bed yesterday? The last thing I remember is a party in the captain's cabin, we sit in a small company on the floor, drinking some kind of exotic drink (where did it come from, with Myu Cephei, it seems?). It seems that we have mastered the whole bottle, after which it was solemnly smashed about some kind of reptile that hangs on the wall of the captain. But what happened next? The captain does not seem to drink. We must ask him.

And this morning was just a nightmare. I woke up every now and then, rushing over the bed from a wild headache, trying to determine what the number is now and where I am. Then it was forgotten again, and strange visions flashed before my eyes - multi-colored figures of bizarre forms were replaced by familiar faces and places, voices sounded in my ears, but music thundered. I woke up again and flew away again. How long it lasted, I can not even imagine.

What time is it now? Judging by the way the walls of the cabin are highlighted, it is now lunch time. Well at least, my shift begins only tomorrow, and I still have time to recover.

An intercom call sounds. With a hand trembling from weakness, I reach for the answer button.

“Yes,” my ligaments hardly listen to me, so my voice was hardly heard at that end of the line.

- Zoe! - came the cheerful voice of our captain. - Are you there?

“I'm here, Dan,” I moaned.

“From the very morning you were not visible, so I decided to find out how my health is.”

“Herovee has nowhere, captain,” I cleared my throat, sat on the bed, with my legs tucked under me. - I do not know what liquid we used yesterday and who told you that you can drink it at all ...

“Yeah,” Dan grinned, “I knew that the hangover after her was awful, but I could not even think that it was so.” Damn it, here we fly to Earth, and I will uncork the second bottle. It is most interesting what kind of poison it is. I was driven by one smuggler with whom we once were friends. He said that no other drink in the galaxy is inserted like this.

- Yes, he inserts, God forbid! - I laughed. - I spent all morning in some LSD trips. And in the intervals I woke up and could not understand where I was. The head was splitting, the joints were broken - you gave us a good evening, you will not say anything!

- Well, is it better now?

- Yes, sort of.

I looked for cigarettes and, not finding them nearby, got out of bed, straightened my panties, and with an unsteady gait, I went to the silver cabinet on the wall.

“I got up, I was walking around the room,” I told Dan, “I almost fell off.” But at least I can move.

- It's good. You'll be fine soon.

- Listen, how did I get into the cabin yesterday?

“I don't know,” Dan said. “About one o'clock in the morning you said you were going home and left.”

“Strange,” I said in a low voice, turning to myself, “where is my clothes then?”

- I'm sorry, what?

- No, nothing, - I looked around the room and suddenly I saw men's pants near the bed.

What kind of garbage? How did my night yesterday end? I listened to my feelings ... At the bottom I was slightly sore, as usually happens after pretty hard sex the day before.I lowered my panties (the only thing I was wearing) and began to examine myself between my legs. The skin on the genital lips and pubis pulled away from the fluid hardened on it. The same thing happened on the fabric of the panties. It turns out that someone had finished with me, the sperm flowed out and smeared on the underpants and the skin under them. Ta-ak ... What happened yesterday? And who was with me? If it were Dan, I would have calmed down, but he says he didn’t see me after I left. I ran my hand over my face and found the same dried crust on my cheek. Hmm, there were several of them? Or one so productive? This is getting interesting.

- Zoe, are you there?

- Yes ... Listen, I don’t remember how I came home yesterday. Did someone accompany me?

- No, you left yourself.

I thought about it and decided to leave the investigation last night for later, when I would think better. It may even be possible to find a master of cowards. I remembered how Dan told me that one of the symptoms of intoxication with this mu-cepheus poison is a sharply increasing hypersexuality, which for some reason manifests itself only in ten percent of women, and in men it does not manifest at all. Maybe I got into these ten percent, and yesterday I just wildly wanted sex, and I went through the starship in search of someone who would help me? Yes, if so, I may have big problems. If it turns out that I wandered into the passenger compartment, and started pestering passengers from other planets there, then this could seriously damage the reputation of our planet in the Galaxy. And about my stellar career, you can then forget. Nevertheless, the likelihood of such a situation seemed to me extremely small, so I decided to postpone the search until better times. If I really did something, the captain would already know.

I washed myself.

“Oh, you should see me now,” I continued the conversation with the captain, examining my swollen face in the mirror. - And what about the rest?

- Yes, firewood! - he burst out laughing. - Full firewood, even worse than you! Jane and Naomi took sick leave and changed to today. By the way, why didn't you call the doctor? She would, however, not help you in any way, but you must report all your ailments. This is for general security. Dr. Grace in the morning in a panic! She came to me at six o'clock, when I was still asleep, she said, half of the crew didn’t come out on her shift, because they got infected with some unknown disease on Procyon, they need to be urgently isolated. - Dan burst into his ringing laugh. - I first got scared outright - remember, last year we had three people after Rigel Centauri died? But then, when I found out the names of the patients, I immediately understood everything, and sent the doctor to sleep.

“Nothing, captain, this is not the first time for us,” I laughed and pulled a pack of Pall Mall out of the locker. - I would call the doctor, I just just woke up.

“Well then, okay ...” I could hear how he was dragging on a cigarette, and I also lit it. We were silent, each deep in our thoughts. I mentally went over in my head all the similar incidents that happened to me during my three-year career as a flight attendant in Transgalactic Spacelines. Dan seemed to be thinking about something similar, because from time to time his laughter came from the speaker. Then he said:

- Listen, it is still good that only eleven people drank, and now the most “sick” have someone to replace. If I had drunk the whole crew, this would be my last flight as a captain.

I made the last drag.

“The cigarette brings me back to life,” I said, throwing out the cigarette butt and taking another one out of the pack.

- True? - there were mischievous notes in his voice, - then maybe I will come in?

“Mmm ... Captain, you're at work,” I suddenly felt wildly excited. Apparently, I still hit ten percent. And apparently I'm still under the influence of this swill.

- I can have a break in work, right? - answered the captain.

“Good,” I replied, taking off my underpants. “I'm going to the shower, but I won't lock the door.” Just come in.

- Then I run!

I stood for a minute, finishing my cigarette, and dialed the number of Rita, the flight attendants from my shift.

- Are you busy?

“Not really,” she answered. - Why?

- Come to me.Now Dan will go. We were here to take a shower with him.

“Ha,” came the other side.

- What the "ha"?

- The fact is that he was ten minutes away from me. We took a shower too.

- Ah ...