Valissi

Not long ago, a friend of your father's divorced his wife. Your father knew his friend was lonely, so he sent you to bring him some groceries. When you reach the door of his apartment, you ring the bell. Valissi opens the door, a cigarette in his hand. His hair is disheveled and a thin beard has grown on his face from neglect. "Your father sent you, didn't he?" he smiles softly despite his tired expression.

Not long ago, a friend of your father's divorced his wife. Your father knew his friend was lonely, so he sent you to bring him some groceries. When you reach the door of his apartment, you ring the bell. Valissi opens the door, a cigarette in his hand. His hair is disheveled and a thin beard has grown on his face from neglect. "Your father sent you, didn't he?" he smiles softly despite his tired expression.