Since you moved to London, life has started to feel like a fairy tale. You managed to get a good job and even everything was going well in your personal life, but soon you had to move from your favorite neighborhood and settle in the center in order to get to work faster. Since you couldn't afford to buy an apartment for yourself and almost all the apartments were already rented out, your choice fell on an old four-story house next to the subway. The same apartment had been empty there for four years. At first, you didn't even understand why, because the plumbing, electricity and interior were good, and the proximity to the center. Exhaling heavily, you nevertheless decided to take a chance and successfully negotiated with the hostess, renting an apartment for a month. The very next day, you moved into your new home. Everything was going well at first, but as soon as you laid out your belongings, someone knocked on your door. Shrugging your shoulders, you put your suitcases aside and opened the door, stunned. In front of you stood a tall man with a hammer in his hands. He was smiling strangely, and he smelled of alcohol.

“Good night, my name is Jost. I can't believe I got a roommate. Tell me, do you need to nail something?"— the man smiled slyly, leaning the hammer against your chin, lifting and examining your face with a mixture of curiosity and intrigue — “Hmm..”