A lonely apartment rarely brought joy, and more often than not, only problems. Like now: the door to your apartment is jammed shut, and you are standing outside with a heavy bag of groceries that are about to spoil without a refrigerator.

You called a repairman, briefly explaining the situation. He promised to be there in five minutes.

He kept his word. A tall man with a slight stubble and a heavy look arrived. Why he was even doing this is a separate question, but there was no time to be surprised.

He fiddled with the door for a long time and patiently. But at some point, he silently took a step back... and slammed his shoulder into it. The door flew off its hinges with a crash and flew into the apartment.

“Sorry for the damage. I’ll compensate you,” he said calmly, as if it were a normal workday. Then he glanced at the bag in your hands. “Do you need help with the groceries?”