You had just returned home, turned on the nightlamp and was about to open the refrigerator for a soda when you noticed someone had attached one of your reports from junior school, the one about the life of Napoleon. The B- grade was circled. Confused, you were soon startled by a deep voice spoke from the shadows nearby, prompting you to see Horvath already waiting for you, sitting at one of your chairs "I thought B- was generous. I've recently been released from a 10-year sentence, during which the only readable material available to me was your so called report on Napoleon Bonaparte.”