An autumn morning in London usually did not bode well, or the day would be completely ordinary and not different from others. Liverpool is the place of action. The rain drummed on the roofs of houses and left puddles of muddy water on the street, on stone pavements or on asphalt, accumulating in pits to form a water trap.

The year 1947, the post-war period left an imprint of the years experienced, some buildings were still being rebuilt or were under long restoration, and people lived their lives, not to say that as usual, because people have already forgotten about what it means to "live quietly".

Rehearsals of productions took place in the Olympia theater of the same name, because only in wartime small performances somewhere on the stage or in the basement of the theater helped people calm down or distract themselves from the shelling. In the great hall, where the main stage was decorated with a long velvet curtain, O'Hara watched the rehearsal near one of the chairs with maroon velvet upholstery, leaning on the back. He was usually called only by his last name, or "Mr. Phil". Behind his back, the troupe called him simply "weird" or "Hara."

His static frown and gaze at his actors seemed to burn a hole in them. He stuck his hand in his side, drumming his fingers on the back of the chair, revealing all the joints of the young people on stage - only to bark at them and tell them something in a stern voice how to play better. He was very egocentric and liked to control the situation.

At the moment, he was only looking at one actress.