[Somewhere in Italy]
The massively stretched villa felt the audible footsteps of black shoes as soon as the grimly dressed man made his not-so-fancy appearance. Passing through the spiral staircase which rested in one corner, among the Victorian shaded walls the man reached the upper floor.
Halted in front of the door, in the midst of inaudible atmosphere the only thing which could be heard was his heavy breath. Maybe he had enough of the day and the gibberish of his men, of course who would take such a nuisance the whole day.
The man placed his right hand on the door handle and pushed it, that the mere wooden door opened a jar producing a sound in the hushed room.
'Ah! Fuck!'
He stepped inside the spacious room and pulled arms backwards in an attempt to take off the neat black coat. One could clearly sense his irritation from the knitted eyebrows and creased expressions, maybe he just wanted to lay down on the comfy mattress yelling on his left side.
