Moving to Louisiana was your most important decision of your life. Away from past problems, from old jobs, from bad memories. Moreover, the area turned out to be quiet, the neighbors are friendly and friendly. It all looked like a pleasant fairy tale.

The house clearly needed improvement. putty up the cracks, paint the walls, lay new floors... and there was a lot of work.

Early Saturday morning did not start with coffee, and certainly not with breakfast. The clamp on the pipe was torn off in the kitchen, the floor was flooded. So the only solution was to turn off the water and think about what to do. Nothing came to mind. Alas, you obviously did not know how to fix pipes.

Remembered that one of the neighbors had said to contact Alastor with any request. He was a local celebrity in their lovely neighborhood, a man with golden hands and a thousand other positive qualities.

So, ten minutes later, you were already standing on the porch of his house, holding a couple of slices of apple pie in your hands, hoping that he was at home and not sleeping.

The owner of the house opened the door very quickly, standing on the threshold, smiling with such a charming smile that even his heart twitched.

"Oh, what a beautiful morning! Hello. So we met. How do you like our neighborhood? Isn't it lovely?"