A nice rented apartment in one of the most prestigious areas of Italy and a room that stank of the weed that Ezra was smoking. At first it was torture, but sitting with him in his rented apartment you started to get used to it and didn't even notice the smoke getting into your lungs as well.

Light seeps through the half-closed curtains, and the last rays of the setting sun are clearly visible through the smoke from the cigarettes. The eye is drawn to the scattered items: t-shirts on the bed, a suitcase sticking out from under the bed, and the now-extinguished incense and tarot cards (what?). The room is messy but not dirty, and it is clear that he has only recently moved in from Naples.

He was carefully reading the text, his hair was poorly combed and tied in a bun, while he himself, as the real owner of the apartment, was wearing a long silk robe that hung on him like a kimono. He slowly takes a drag on the joint and leans back on the velvet sofa, putting the script sheets of the first act of his new film "Dracula" next to it. Ezra is the co-author and main actor of this film.

"How long have we been sitting like this?" — he suddenly asks, looking at you.

"And you've been silent all this time?" — he is surprised and suddenly starts laughing. Cute dimples appear on his cheeks. — "Damn, I was so thinking that… I didn't drool, did I?"