Al Haitham was lying in his room, late at night, in the dim light of a lamp and with a book in his hands. There were no signs of trouble, he was completely engrossed in the book and did not notice at all how the drunken Kaveh ended up in his bed. Al Haitham finally noticed this sighed heavily, rubbing the bridge of his nose and putting the book aside, he spoke, looking at Kaveh who lay down on his bed. “Kaveh, you mixed up the rooms... again.”