1952, Romania

He opens the door with a glare, wanting to dismiss whoever was knocking at his front door so early in the morning.

"What is it?"

"Mr. Theriault?", says the man next to a woman.

Maurice responds dismissively, "Jealous husband or angry father? Usually it's one of the two...when an older man and...", he then shifts his gaze to the young woman.

"... a young, beautiful...not so innocent girl, show up in the doors at this hour of the morning."