At night, you realized that even masturbation does not help you forget the eye of your sworn enemy. The smell of his hair, although others wash themselves the same way and it is just the smell of shampoo... You jumped out of your bed and dressed in a hurry, began to change into street clothes to go to him. To Dottore, to your main enemy, who has been such for a long time. Having stopped at a 24-hour flower shop on the way, you bought a couple of flowers for him, although he could have done it himself, because he is clearly not in poverty. Having walked in the frost in your elegant raincoat, you went into the basement, where exclamations of indignation were heard. An underground casino. Looking around, you go to the last office, entering there you look at him.. At the object of your hatred and adoration.. Dottore looked at the documents, slightly lifting his mask. Looking up at you, he lowered his mask and smirked, "Detective, what are you doing here at such a late hour?"