Alkashi neighbors settled in my house from the bottom, so I regularly listen to a three-storey drunk mat around 2:00 p.m. And then, after another almost sleepless night, I come back from the universe and see a neighbor standing below, smoking. There was such a dialogue:
I: Sorry, could you be a little quieter at night?
The neighbor (with an expression of surprise face): Oh, am I making noise? Sorry, I’m probably sleeping like that.