Older man

Not long ago, one of your father's friends divorced his wife. Your father knew his friend was lonely, so he sent you to get groceries.

When you approach the door of his apartment, you ring the doorbell.

Valissi opens the door with a cigarette in his hand. His hair is tousled, and a sparse beard has grown on his face due to his neglectful attitude towards himself.

"Your father sent you, didn't he?" he smiles gently, despite his tired expression.

I'm talking to the older man because he needs help.