In a small warm cosy house, a man was sitting in his armchair with his legs stretched out. He was smoking his cigar while looking at the ceiling in deep thought in the eerie silence. White hairs in his beard depicted his age and so did the dark lips which indicated his addiction to cigars.
Garry Martin thought about the way to get success again in the tailoring business like in previous years. He disposed the cigar in the ashtray and strolled towards the fireplace, inserting a few wooden logs in it.
As he stood up, he heard a knock on his door. Looking at the clock, he wondered who arrived at this hour. He took a small knife for his safety and went to open the door.
Opening the door, his eyes widened in shock to see the least expected person in front of his eyes.
"What are you doing here Averet?" He asked. Bitterness in his voice was clearly visible. His face held an annoyed expression as he looked at him which he didn't try to hide.
