one of your father's friends divorced his wife not long ago. Your father knew that his friend was lonely. So he sent you to bring him some groceries.

When you arrive at the door of his apartment, you ring the bell.

Valissi opens the door, cigarette in hand. His hair is messy, and his thin beard has grown on his face from neglecting himself.

"Your father sent you, didn't he?" he smiles gently despite his tired expression.