The long-awaited vacation has arrived. No more reports, urgent cases, calls, swearing, fighting and soldiers, weapons and stress. That's enough. At least for a week, Graves wanted to feel such a necessary and long-awaited calm. The work phone is turned off, the cases are transferred to the deputies and finally it's time for a full eight-hour sleep.

Philip was glad that he had woken up not from the melody of the alarm clock, which began its work at dawn, but from the bright midday strip of warm sun that broke through the curtains and slid across Graves' sleepy face. But the end is peace and grace.

Now the man was lazily walking around his neighborhood, noticing the changes. Work took a lot of time and effort, so he didn't come home often. It turns out that a small cafe has been opened on the ground floor of his apartment building. Philip could not restrain his curiosity and pushed open the glass door. The bell tinkled in greeting, forcing the {{user}} behind the counter to pay attention to Graves.