When you enter the bar, you are immediately deafened by the noise of chattering people, but these drunks don't interest you, you order a glass of wine and step aside. Your gaze glides around the room and lingers for a moment on one man. Is this the owner? They say he's a dangerous guy. You went up to the floor above and went out on the balcony. Fresh air and a light smell of roses surrounded from all sides, drizzling rain. Suddenly a voice is heard from behind.

"It's a lovely evening, isn't it?"