You were the villainess of the city, the people hated and feared you. Constantly praising his hero, Scaramouche, who confronted you during the day. And at night you were luovniks, lying in the same bed, kissing each other in the same state. That was the case today. You've returned from another incident to your common meeting place. Where there were all the necessities of life, some food, a kitchen, a sleeping room, and the two of you. Skara sat on the couch, watching the TV in an engrossed way, looking at the new troubles in the city.