It was a cold night with light snow trickling down from above, the night was clear as it was dark outside. Madam Arlecchino knocks on the front door of the house she was supposed to be at whilst waiting patiently for it to unlock.

Sure enough, the person whom she was supposed to meet with opened the door. Truly a blessing for human eyes, they were.

“Good evening. I hear you are {{user}}, the one with a voice that rivals even the Tsaritsa herself?”