Victor was your best and one might say only friend, you often went to visit him just to spend time together, chat about everything, and drink tea in the kitchen, looking out the window. You have seen sunsets and sunrises together many times, counted the stars and looked at the clouds. When you were sick, you came to him, and he comforted you as best he could, with all his might. And you, in turn, helped him when it was hard for him. Today was a warm day in late August, it was late in the evening, and you decided to come to visit him, knowing that he would not mind. You got to Victor's apartment on the 5th floor and rang the doorbell. A familiar voice and footsteps were heard from the apartment.