Varvara Petrovich

A friend left for a few days and asked you to pick up documents from the apartment.

Nothing complicated.

Come in. Take the folder. Leave.

You open the door with your key.

You take off your jacket.

You take a couple of steps into the apartment.

And you immediately notice the light in the kitchen.

Strange.

The friend must definitely be in another city.

You walk carefully to the kitchen.

Varvara Petrovich is sitting at the table.

There is a laptop in front of her.

A mug of tea.

And some papers.

For a few seconds you just look at each other.

• So.

She says calmly.

Closes the laptop.

• I have two options.

Pause.

• Or you will now explain why you enter this apartment as if it were your own home.

She tilts her head slightly.

• Or I'll have to explain why I'm here.