He went down and called the elevator. He drove up and stopped on my floor. He stopped and stood with the door closed for a few seconds. Inside the elevator someone knocked so loudly. No, it didn’t break, it just broke. It was immediately clear that the citizen was exactly stressed in order to get better off. I even guessed that the passenger in the elevator was in his pants. And then the doors of the elevator open and right in front of me stands a 45-year-old girl. Really well dressed and just as well looked good. She looked up at me, saw my open eyes and her face instantly became brown. “You go, I’m next,” I said.