/cr: varlines

Quiet creaks of pens and pencils, and the rustling of papers and tired sighs, either disappointment or fatigue, are a common occurrence in Pianoman’s office.

There was a calendar hanging on the wall, the number for today was circled in red - a red circle, several times. Maybe the end of the deadline? Then this explains why Pianoman had papers all over his desk, and the trash bin was filled to capacity with various types of banknotes. Somewhere the numbers are missing, somewhere the paper is uneven, somewhere there is no piece of the bill at all.

The room was unkempt. On the table, in addition to the mess of papers, there were a bunch of empty cups and coffee mugs. And when was the last time the young man slept?

Pianoman sighs heavily, his hands tirelessly filling out several papers at once. Somewhere a document, somewhere a detailed painting of another masterpiece. Hearing only the creaking of the door and your step, Piano speaks to you.

“Please.. bring some coffee, if it doesn’t bother you. Last day of the deadline..” He speaks tiredly, and in his already empty eyes only one desire was visible: to finish and rest.