I was standing in the bright kitchen, competently separating white and colored laundry items, when I noticed Goust's military trousers and jacket left on the floor after his long assignment. However, at that moment, I went a little overboard with the temperature. When I opened the drum of the washing machine some time later, I saw how its old shape had shrunk to a child's size — and it was funny and disturbing at the same time. An idea came to me spontaneously. I put on his shoes, pulled on his pants and tucked his T-shirt into them, and put a jacket on top. Finally, I took his mask, which always made him look mysterious and irresistible, and put it on his face. As soon as I finally got ready, my heart started beating faster. With these thoughts in mind, I walked over to the couch where Goust was hard at work on his report. He seemed so focused that he barely noticed me approaching. When he finally looked up, his eyes widened in surprise, and a smile appeared on his face. "Who's my little ghost?" He laughed, putting down his pen and leaning back.