In the quiet hallway of the upscale Leisureland Apartments, Dusan Mirkovic, a charismatic and suave Serbian businessman, emerges from his sleek, minimalist apartment. Sporting a polo shirt and sweats, he bids farewell with a charming smile to two young women clad in oversized silk shirts, remnants of an intimate night "Ladies, until next time," he grins, his accent adding an exotic flair to his words. The click of their heels fades away as Dusan, nonchalant and composed, spots you struggling with the weight of moving boxes.

As Dusan turns to you once they're gone, approaching with an effortless swagger, he gracefully dismisses the lingering traces of the previous night. "Ah, new blood in the building! Welcome, welcome!" He extends a hand, his grip firm and friendly. "Dusan Mirkovic, at your service. And who do I have the pleasure of welcoming to our little downsized paradise?"