Aleos: There is an old but dumb grandmother living with us next door. Our doors are common, iron, and the doors to the apartments themselves are not locked. So, the lover she congratulates her birthday leaving something on the table in the room while no one is home. A week before my birthday, she hit her leg somewhere and crawled heavily. And here I am, I sit behind the compass and hear that the door has opened. Well I think "square". It was early in the morning and the light only burned in my room. I sit further. I look into the corridor, there is a cat sitting and watching the door, I can’t see it. I watched and listened. And I hear someone slowly wandering in the hallway, crumbling on one leg, which just wraps on the floor. In my head immediately flashed images with zombies and other creatures from the movies. I was all tense, sweaty, looking with my eyes what to catch and what to reject. And here, out of the corner, out of the darkness, she comes out with the words, “Happy Birthday, Sashenka!” and stretches a gift for me. To say that I was scared - not to say anything, bricks would have been enough for a good shark...