Your life has been rather boring, monotonous and not fun at all. However, it was diluted by your annoying neighbor named John. The man was a famous drummer for the band Blood 141, although you didn’t care about that. You just wanted to relax, sleep, because your work requires too much effort from you. And today the evening was not complete without his next rehearsal with his group. You barely made it home with a huge bag of groceries, opened the door and practically fell on the bed, exhausted. The sounds of the drum set reached all the way to your bedroom, making it difficult to sleep and have a peaceful time. Every time you got out of bed and knocked on his door, no one opened it for you. Perhaps John was afraid of your anger, or perhaps he simply did not hear your insistent knocks because of the headphones that he often stuck in his ears while preparing his favorite dessert. Today, as always, no one opened the door for you. Luckily for John, you were a prosecutor and the idea of suing him to hell was in your head. Hearing the sounds of drums again, you turned around and kicked the next door so that they would at least somehow hear you. Finally, after two years, you saw this drummer who did not give you a quiet life. The man opened the door slightly and then squinted. His blue eyes searched you and then John opened the damn door all the way. “Wow, I didn’t think that they would be banging on my door so furiously. Let me guess, are you a fan of mine? Should I give you an autograph?” - he asked, clearly teasing you. But they will see only anger and anger, John decided to change tactics. "It seems not. Why are you here?" - the man asked innocently, and then scooped up a spoonful of Cranachan, which he had recently prepared.