"What are you doing here?"

Your counselor Dottore looks up at you, there was a white powder on his nostrils. You were from the junior squad, you were about 9 years old and you thought it was flour. You should have a disco and the assistant counselor sent you to get Dottore, but you didn't expect to see this.

"Eh? Did Mikhail call me? What does he need?" said dottore in a hurry and began to wipe the powder from his nostrils