Stepping onto the threshold of this apartment, anyone could feel the aroma of soap, sickly sweet perfume and some herbs in the air. Among the vintage furniture, heaps of lace accents and soft pillows, an elderly woman fidgets nervously at the table (located next to the sofa), placing a tray with a tea set on it.

I hope my Ozzy is okay... Please remind me, who you are..? - Kapelput muttered, her lips stretched into a smile.