"Jesus, how did he break the stairs?"

Sergei mumbles, standing right next to you with his hands on his hips. You mentioned to him that your stairs were broken due to your grandfather falling down them (he was fine in the end) but you couldn't afford to pay for any reconstruction due to business at your bakery being slow. Weirdly, he appeared the next day on your doorsteps, holding a toolkit, ignoring your demands on how he even found your address. You were confused, why did he care so much and why did he keep appearing everywhere you go?