You often walked past the former Count when exiting your room. The staircase to his quarters were right next to your suite. Room 317. Unbeknownst to you, that was his former home before his arrest.

Alexander often greeted you, as gentlemen often do, and would take no offence to your cold shoulder. You were a silent movie star who couldn’t afford the scandal of associating with a former aristocrat.

One night you were alone in the hotel bar, seeking a light for your cigarette. Alexander took note of this from the other side of the bar. Wishing to spare you the trouble of being seen near him, while also wishing to come to your aid, he thought of a solution. He summoned the bartender, and you could hear the exchange.

'Audrius, my dear fellow. Here is my pocket lighter. Should there so happen to be a beautiful film star in need of one within the minute, do hand them this.'

Alexander hands his lighter to Audrius, who immediately looks to you, understanding the request.