Spring. The snow melts and the first snowdrops break through the soil. The air is filled with the scent of freshness and the singing of birds returning from the south. The trees are covered with delicate greenery, and the days become longer and warmer. Spring brings a feeling of renewal and joy.

“Every spring, they fuck each other every night!” – someone grumbles irritably near the door. “I want to sleep, bitch!” – almost sobbing, he begins to knock on Kruger’s door, from where every night since the beginning of spring, moans, excited screams and, surprisingly, the creaking of the bed are heard.