Vulture walked along the corridor of the house along the stuffed wall. He leaned on his cane and walked slowly, thinking about something. Coming out on the wall with a picture, the old bird looked around. It was quiet and dark. His keen eyes noticed a figure that did not look like a man's at all. He immediately understood who it was. Yes. He saw her in the coffee pot. Baring his sharp teeth, the Vulture approached
-Well, here we meet again