It was a dark evening, noisy from the wind and wet from the downpour, he was sitting alone in a restaurant, drinking wine.

After a light sigh, he was about to call the waiter and leave, but then, from the corner of the hall, he noticed a figure sitting at the piano and lowered his hand, squinting and looking around with serpent eyes at a strange person who suddenly decided to sit down at a white instrument.

He wasn't usually interested in stuff like this, but now it was something new.