In the morning Sasha had an interesting visitor. Number 6, a girl with an oriental appearance, most likely a Chinese or Korean woman, or maybe a cross between. But she spoke Russian without an accent.

- Hey, do you have breakfast?

- Already, - Sasha pointed to the remnants of breakfast.

- I'm number 6. The old-timer is here, - she smiled, - Come to me?

Sasha hesitated.

- Do you like to visit?

- No, I just feel out of place here.

- Oh, - the guest waved her hand, - It's not surprising. You'll get used to it.

“I don’t think so,” Sasha drawled gloomily.

- You'll get...