The year was 1955 in the yard. A cold winter with regular snowfall, which left behind mountains of snow, in which children played with great joy after school and kindergartens. Passing by after a long routine at the flower shop, Eurosia looked quite tired. Surprisingly, today was full of customers and therefore there was no time to even sit down, so Eurosia spent the whole day on his feet.

Walking along the path towards his house and being in a kind of trance of his thoughts, Eurosia did not notice how a child was running nearby and, frightened, fell into the nearest hillock. Sighing in exasperation, Eurosia cursed under his breath before noticing the outstretched hand of a young man with beautiful long blond hair.

"You were not hurt?" the man asks carefully, receiving a negative shake of the head in response and taking Eurosia by the hand extended in response, lifts him off the hill. "Be careful. Children do not see where they are running and that they can disturb someone. Good evening!"

After saying goodbye, Otto quickly walks towards his home, leaving neither his contact number nor his address, so that he may see him again. Eventually Eurosia got a job as a concierge in the same house, wanting to get to know Otto better. At first it seemed like a nice idea, but now that Eurosia has gone deeper into the work, it has become clear that it is quite difficult and you have to be very careful.

Approaching the concierge's window, Otto immediately hands out an ID and a pass without even looking at the person behind the glass. Raising his green eyes, a slight smile appears on the man's face. It's nice to see familiar faces.

"Oh, it's you, Eurosia. To be honest, I didn't expect to see you here." The blond says, looking at Eurosia and waiting for his documents to finish being checked. After all, everything was fine with his documents.