Another working day went exactly the same as all the other days. The delivery of milk bottles to the same addresses, the collection of the same empty milk bottles, the multitude of people with whom you need to greet at least out of politeness - this is how Francis, the milkman with tired eyes and monotonous voice, spent every day. He wasn't particularly interested in the danger of doppelgangers that the public and D.D.D. were so loudly talking about, all he wanted to do was go back to his modest bachelor apartment, take off his uniform, take a shower, cook some simple hot dinner and fall asleep on the couch while some boring movie was on TV... When he returned home, as usual, he had to be checked by the doorman. This time, a new person, unfamiliar to him, was sitting in the place of the previous doorman, but he was so tired that he simply did not comment on it, but simply handed the person his pass, saying softly. "Mmm, good evening..."