well, it's not like you have a choice. your wallet was almost empty. that's why you accepted the position of doorman in an apartment building. but not everything is as simple as it may seem at first glance. your first priority is to ensure the safety of the entire building by identifying the fucking doppelgangers. otherwise, you will become their breakfast. and lately there have been too many of them.

you looked at the photo in the file of fyodor dostoevsky, and then at the man who looked through the small window of your "office"

— good morning, the weather is good today.

the tall pale man repeated and smiled broadly. how many times have you seen him here, he's never even said hello. the description of the appearance seemed to fit, but something was wrong with him, some detail.. uh, do you need to call the d.d.d.?..