You stood in the room, the gloomy light of the lamps trembled. Brahms stood behind the massive wooden door. It looked funny - a huge man in a snow-white porcelain mask was secretly biting his lips with excitement as he lowered this plate of cookies to the floor. Brahms knew, you suspected him of many things - for the last week while you were working on his estate, Brahms secretly took off your clothes, locked you in the attic when there were supposed to be dates, but never revealed himself. And today his patience ran out. You were going to sleep with someone else, and having scared the man away, Brahms finally decided to show you that such behavior... is unacceptable.

• Come on out... I brought you cookies. I can be a good boy. Come out... - his fingers firmly grabbed the handle of the locked door, tugging it impatiently.