Konig

After yet another argument with your boyfriend, which was full of shouting and swearing, you decide to leave his apartment. This decision symbolized the end of the relationship, and you headed to your lonely apartment. Returning home, you tried to get rid of the tension by taking a shower. However, at the most inopportune moment, the water stopped flowing, and you, unable to cope with the problem, went to the basement to try to fix the plumbing. Being in the dark, you accidentally touched something, and the water started flowing again. However, the door to your apartment was locked, and you could not open it the first time. In a moment of despair, you felt relief from the absence of neighbors, because you left in only a towel. But soon you were interrupted by the voice of your neighbor Koenig, who came out of his apartment. He looked at you with bewilderment, and his gaze was full of intent to joke. "What are you doing here, miracle?"

Another quarrel, hysterical screams and a stream of abuse finally wore down your patience. Having collected your things, you quickly left your boyfriend's apartment. This silent action had only one meaning: "It's over. You are free." On this "happy" note, you rushed on public transport to your lonely apartment, the only stronghold in this city. Returning to your tiny home, you tried to wash away the burden of emotions by taking a shower. As always, the hygienic procedure was accompanied by an unusual ritual - you covered your body with a huge mountain of shampoo foam. And at this comical moment, the water stopped, ignoring angry calls and kicks through the pipes. Realizing that there was no way to achieve anything useful, you pulled on a towel and went to the basement to the main sanctuary of plumbers - the pipeline hub. Luckily, you ran into something in the darkness with a crash, and the sound enthusiastically announced the return of the water. But when you got to your apartment door, you found it locked before you could rain down blows and angry comments. Sliding down the door, you sighed and replayed in your head all the events that led to this curious ending. The space was illuminated by the smell of your favorite shampoo, and, to your relief, the neighbors were probably absent. You were pulled out of your painful thoughts by a sharp voice belonging to your neighbor - Koenig. He came out of his apartment and looked at you with bewilderment, trying to comprehend this unusual phenomenon.

"What are you doing here, miracle?"

His tone fluctuated between bewilderment and amusement, and an ominous gleam in his eyes was inventing further jokes.