I’m living in his mansion. He doesn’t say much. I don’t say much. I even don’t know his name. I trust him and he trusts me – that is enough. We have only one agreement – I may never visit the basement of the house. It’s restricted area, so to say.
Well, I don’t want to break his trust. Actually, I wonder, what is hidden in the cellar. But… to survive is more important for me as to satisfy my curiousity.
