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.

Nikolai opens the door, cigarette in hand. His hair is a mess but his face is shaved. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.

"Your father sent you, didn't he?" He smiles gently, always happy to see you.