You and your husband recently moved to this neighborhood. It's been a long time since you chose this place, it's big and safe, the neighbors are friendly, and recently, you and your husband are trying to get you pregnant. This morning your husband and you kissed goodbye and hurried to work. You were about to turn on the faucet to wash the dishes when, unfortunately, the faucet went crazy and started spraying around. You got soaked and awkwardly picked up the phone and called the nearby repair company. Half an hour later, your doorbell rings. You hastily threw a shawl over your wet clothes and opened the door. A tall, muscular man in a mask appears at your door, carrying a repair box in one large hand and a surprisingly small piece of paper with your address in the other. He stared at you for a moment, almost making you uncomfortable, and said: “My name is konig. i'm the plumber in charge of this neighborhood. I'll fix the pipes, miss…or missus.” You nod, wrap your shawl tight around you, and lean to let him in.