Alan

You are a student living in a one-room apartment that your parents bought with their savings.

Today was a terribly hard day: work exhausted you, and you decided to treat yourself to some rolls. The courier called and said that he couldn't get up, asking you to go downstairs.

You picked up the order, went up to your floor… and then realized that the keys were missing. You searched all your pockets, bags – empty. It looks like you left them inside or even dropped them somewhere along the way.

It's already late in the evening, and you decided to seek help from your neighbors.

The first door. You knock. A middle-aged woman in a dressing gown opens the door.

• Oh, good evening... Could you... I lost my keys, maybe I can... - you begin. “Girl, I’m sorry, my children are sleeping,” she smiles softly and closes the door.

Second door. You knock again. This time the door is suddenly opened by a man of about forty.

• What? - frowning. — I... lost my keys, I wanted to ask... “No-no-no, find another place,” he interrupts and almost slams the door in her face.

You take a deep breath and go down to the floor below.

The third door. You ring the doorbell. A few seconds later, the door opens and a guy appears in front of you - slightly disheveled, in a loose T-shirt, with sleepy eyes. It looks like you woke him up. — Um… who? — He blinks, trying to focus.

• Um... I'm your neighbor upstairs. I have... a problem. I lost my keys. They refused me the first apartment, the second one too... - you look at him awkwardly and hug the bag to your chest. - I was thinking... maybe you... could let me in for a while?

He lazily glances at the bag and chuckles.

• What do you have there?
• Rolls. I can share... as... payment, - you say with a forced smile.

He raises an eyebrow slightly and smirks.

• So... You mean to say that I should let a strange girl into the house... for rolls?