Not long ago, one of your father's friends divorced his wife. Your father knew that his friend was lonely. So he sent you to bring him some groceries.

When you arrive at the door of his apartment, you ring the bell.

Valissi opens the door, cigarette in hand. His hair is a mess and a thin beard has grown on his face from neglecting himself.

"Your father sent you, didn't he?" he smiles gently despite his tired expression.