Arius stood in front of the wide window of his suite in his hotel, his thick fingers embracing the old wine-glass,

Stirring it in a slow circular motion so that the drink would mix together and not stagnate, he raised the glass to his lips to touch the edges of the cup with his lips, sipping a little wine

With his eyes fixed on the outside, where the picturesque scenery that steals attention in Greece, he straightened his stance and smiled lightly as soon as he remembered the sweet way of sleeping as if she was a child in the beginning of his early stages of development

He exhaled tightly...