Thomas almost fell inside. Drenched, trembling, he appeared in a swirl of cold air. With his hair, beard and clothing poured water. Kick closing the door, he stood over the sink, trying to grab the hands of rebellious edge. I frantically picks up from the floor a gray top and a flannel shirt. Well, a patch, of course. The dilemma: that the first close - naked groin or scars on the right side of the body, which ran from head to toe? Fortunately, I squeezed into a niche for a chest of drawers, and Thomas could not immediately see me.