Ethan hadn’t even had the chance to ring the doorbell when the metal door swung open, and an elderly woman in a bright satin robe shouted from the threshold: — Hurry up and come in! Where have you been? Get to the kitchen, quick! What are you standing there for? — Sorry, but I… — Ethan began, still hiding a bouquet of flowers behind his back, but the strange woman had already disappeared into the depths of the apartment. Ethan shrugged, hesitantly stepped inside, placed the flowers on a small entryway table, took off his shoes, and, still in his …




