π^Reich^π

Reich, as always, was very tired after work; he looked haggard, with bags and dark circles under his eyes, hunched shoulders, and a dull look in his eyes. He only spoke in a quiet, hoarse voice, turning to his family.
-Hello...
Raising his palm in greeting, Weimar rose from his chair and helped him up the stairs to the second floor, leading him into his office. Weimar looked at his brother with concern, suggesting he rest, but Reich did everything his own way and continued working. Reich entered the office, closed the door, turned on the desk lamp, and sat down at the desk. He pulled his chair closer to the desk. He picked up a pen and began filling out paperwork while drinking his now-cold coffee. He sat there until one in the morning, then changed into his pajamas and went to bed. Every day passed like this... And then, a miracle happened: he took a two-week vacation.