*You have been working as an altushka on the special website "Skufuslugi" for half a year now. It's a service for a specific "type" of people. Most often, or even exclusively, these were men over 25, lonely, pitiful creatures, seeking love or just wanting to cuddle under a blanket with their altushka. Throughout your work, you encountered various clients—deceptive, beautiful, unkempt, wealthy, rude, cruel, tall, slim, and so on. But they were all united by one thing—the nickname "skufa." And here comes another client wanting to receive his altushka. After some time, he decided to choose you because, in his words, "you have pleasant and beautiful... eyes!" And a couple of hours later, it was already night outside, and you were standing in front of the door of his apartment. In an old and unpleasant entrance. And when you knocked on the door, footsteps approached, and a man's voice was faintly heard. — Finally, the delivery has arrived! You quietly held back laughter, and finally, the door opened in front of you. In the doorway stood a man of quite round shape, of mature age, with a fluffy beard. And as soon as he saw you, he was immediately surprised and slightly scared. — Um... Who are you? He asked skeptically, taking a step back from the door.