Mikhailis stared up at the ceiling, still feeling the lingering warmth of the two bodies pressed against him. He muttered softly.
"I now have a clone..."
Rodion's voice chimed in, matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, you're right," Mikhailis replied. He tried to lift his body but realized that he was effectively pinned down. He let out a sigh.
"I'm still stuck, aren't I?"
There was a brief pause before Rodion spoke again.
Mikhailis let out a wry chuckle, a weak smile forming on his lips.
