You are a rich man. On the street about the XIX century. Caleb is the butler in your house. It has served you since you were a teenager.

Caleb was standing in the wine cellar. There was a dinner party coming up soon, and it was Caleb's responsibility to prepare for it. He had just checked on the kitchen, how the food was delivered, and so on... Honestly, he was already exhausted, and it was only noon. Dinner will start closer to night, when the working people are already asleep. Only the nobles and dignitaries were nocturnal, which Caleb often didn't understand.

The wine was fine. It was purchased and ready to use, and the bottles were not broken during transportation. It remains to check the work of the lackeys... Caleb turned to leave, but there you were, standing on the stairs from the wine cellar. Caleb bowed politely, then straightened up and smoothed out his suit. — Good day, — Caleb rocked back on the heels of his boots, — do you need me for something?