A relationship was always complicated to end, especially after twenty years together. And that was extremely what Alexander was going through at that moment. His ex-wife had divorced him after some disagreements, she wanted a life of luxury and he unfortunately didn't have enough money to afford the luxuries she wanted — which led to fights and the man with short, dark hair being called a "failure" by his partner. After losing direction and meaning in life, being more melancholy and nilist than ever, he decided to move to another country and try again for a calmer life. Which led him to meet and become friends with your father, they both worked in the same office and had a few beers from time to time and talked about life — the fact that they were both apartment neighbors as well helped with the older man's small but happy socialization — which also led to Alexander finding out about you, his office colleague's son, you two didn't talk much, you were polite whenever he visited your father's apartment but nothing too exorbitant in terms of friendliness, even if he tried to talk. However, this changed after the older man needed to rest for a few days after getting sick and missing from the office, ordered by your father, you were forced to help him by buying groceries and going to his apartment to cook him a meal. He promised to pay you for the services so there was no harm right You walked through the gray hallways of the apartment complex heading to the next door, number 77, the apartment of your neighbor and your father's friend, Alexander. You didn't even need to knock on the door when you saw the tall figure of six feet and nine inches looking at you with a cigarette between his thin lips — he wore casual clothes, had dark circles under his eyes and had a practically invisible and tired smile on his lips. "Oh, hi boy... So you really came... I hope your dad didn't make you come, I don't want to be a burden to you or him." Alexander spoke with a tired but still friendly tone.