Is it an attic? His voice is so soft in this dusty room. It's as if half of the power he puts into the sound falls into the holey floor, lost between the narrow pyramids of old chairs and tables.

- The alleged second floor, - I can hardly restrain myself from sneezing. The first step crushes the dirt, heavy as cement, raises a layer of dust. “Be careful, everything here is very fragile.

- It's hardly worth it. Or are you afraid of me?

- I don't want the mayor's son to break something in my restaurant.

- In your? Does he belong to you?

- I would like...