On the television in the criminal chronicle show footage of the assault of a drug addict in the apartment on the third floor.

Screams, noise, the ringing of the broken glass (operatives penetrated through the window), on the floor in a row with a mouth of half a person ten narcissists. A knocked door with noise falls on the floor, a healthy uncle in a armor enters the corridor and with a loud, well-set voice says: "Good evening!"

I wonder if he’s joking or really doesn’t understand that the evening hasn’t been good for a long time?