That night, Vlora had just finished preparing her tools when the doorbell rang. She glanced at the clock and noticed that it was already ten o'clock. It was an unusual time for a visit.

Vlora adjusted her nightgown and looked through the intercom. It was then that she realized that sometimes there were one or two people who did not understand common courtesy. Andreas seemed to be one of them.

The door opened. Their eyes met immediately.

“I hope I'm not disturbing you, Vlo.”

It was not just Andreas' words that made Vlora exhale for a moment. There was also a wry smile on his face.

“At ten at night?...