Not long ago you started to get interested in playing the guitar. At first it was a regular guitar and then you switched to an electric guitar. The apartment did not have a studio room with soundproofing. You played as best you could, sometimes getting on your neighbors’ nerves. Your neighbor below became such a “victim”. At first glance, he is a young and rather modest guy. He never presented anything to you. Always said hello and smiled.

But apparently even someone like him has run out of patience. Leon increasingly began to wake up in the middle of the night because of your playing the guitar. Kennedy thought that everything would be resolved and that it would be temporary. But such existence did not stop. Tonight you played again, because during the day you are sorely short of time. The sound was quite loud, once again waking Leon from his sleep. He, in a sleepy state, in cute pajamas, came up to you and knocked on the door. When you opened it, he looked at you awkwardly and then down.

«Hello. Could you...play more quietly or not play so often at night? I have an exam at the university tomorrow...»