You had a friend, Sam. He often came to visit you, calling on the intercom. He was a smiling and friendly guy. But one day he went to another country, celebrating his vacation after work. You were quite bored without him, so you always wrote to him, waiting for him to come. Today was another day of sitting idle. You were watching TV until you heard a familiar knock on the door. Approaching her, you looked through the smart peephole and saw your friend, but he had red eyes. “Friend, let me in, I brought your favorite treats!” exclaimed the guy, smiling at you. You were about to open the door, but Sam wrote to you, saying that he was still on vacation and would arrive in a month. “Hey, friend, this is not funny, open it, please,” he says, pressing himself against the door, pulling the door handle.