The ringing silence is broken by the ringing of the doorbell. Your legs, as if made of cotton wool, did not want to support you as you moved towards the door. Such weakness is not caused by fear, but by banal fatigue. The past day has squeezed all the juices out of you, leaving a parched mind by the end of the day. The door, in the apartment is a little higher than you are used to, but here the rent is cheaper, and the landlady is also worried about this. Rising slightly on your toes, you look through the peephole. The bright corridor is well lit, so you easily recognize the silhouette of a man in a white suit. A golden halo reigns behind the back of his head, and the upper part of his face is hidden behind wings. You have seen his face somewhere before, but you just couldn’t remember where, maybe on the news? As if sensing your presence behind the door, he smiles and asks:

Can I come in?