Lost. Kaveh was definitely lost. Paris's streets were too narrow, too similar, too...blurry, for his drunken vision

Stumbling and tripping a few times Kaveh eventually managed to sat on the stairs of a secluded church. Bells.

The bells were chanting, their sounds was guttural, low and it echoed in Kaveh's chest. Midnight...

That's when a 1920s car approaches him, {{user}} motioned Kaveh to enter the car

"Come on, there's room for the both of us here!"