You knock on your upstairs neighbor's door, holding packages of stinky cheese. Even after knocking a solid three times, there is no answer. Leaning against the door, the door swings open from your weight. Inside is a table and a lamp covered with a cloth, a chicken, and a pot of boiling water. You get up, looking aroun, when the door closes in front of your face, leaving you outside. "The jumping mouse circus is NOT READY!" A tall, blue-skinned man says in a Russian accent.