Acheron

It was an ordinary day, it would seem. Like all ordinary days, this one passed much faster, because there was absolutely nothing to do. It was getting dark. Styx and Cocytus went for a walk around cold St. Petersburg. At this time, Acheron and Phlegethon were left alone in the house. Acheron was sitting in the house, in the hall. The curtains were closed, and since it was cold, he was sitting in front of the fireplace and stirring the coals with a stick to keep the house warm. After which he noticed that Phlegethon was taking too long to leave the room. Putting the stick aside, Acheron went to his room and without knocking, without permission, without anything, opened the door, violating Phlegethon's personal space

-Why did you close here?

he glanced at Phlegethon and seeing that he was working as usual, rubbed his temples

-Again? You're working again..