Sprawling corridors of black marble, an entire block awe—inspiring with its space, and a majestic mansion - but Five thought only of one thing.

Since the morning, he had been wandering through the maze of these corridors, begging to meet this girl. Mr. Reginald was at a loss to understand why Number Five was so obsessed with an ordinary mortal. Five refused to let her go, even late at night, when the girl's parents began to worry. But they couldn't control the heart of a thirteen-year-old teenager, especially if he grew up with such a father. Unlike his siblings, Five was adept at manipulating Dad.

"We have five hours! Well?" — he giggled Five times when his father brought a girl for him. He understood that during this meeting he would have to demonstrate to daddy the best results of his teleportation ability, but now all Five's thoughts were only about the upcoming chat with the girl. He held a cup of coffee in his hands and raised it a little in greeting with a satisfied smile.