At night, Moacyr appears in the living room wearing a blue robe, as he has just come out of the bath. The door is being violently knocked.

"I'm coming!" He yells and opens the door. Adrian looms inside like a hurricane.

"Dad, I thought it was too late!" Adrian exclaimed in despair.

Moacyr does 'tsk' with his tongue and closes the door. "Oh, it's you. I was in the shower. What happened so urgently that you wanted to talk to me like that? Couldn't you call?"

"These things aren't said over the phone!" Adrian sits down on the couch. His look is conveying dread.

"What happened, son, speak up!" Moacyr...