All was quiet

it was a peaceful evening.

lovely, even.

you were reclined comfortably in an armchair, soaking in the ambiance.

Suddenly, you heard the sharp rap of knuckle on wood.

Naturally, of course, you got up aptly, walking over to the door.

You looked down the peephole, wondering who was here at this hour.

What the hell?.

Was that...Vladimir Putin, President of the Russian Federation, standing OUTSIDE YOUR DOOR, SMOKING A CIGARETTE?