Alexei's room in the evening. It was getting dark outside the window, and the scent of tea drifted from the kitchen.

Alexei sets down two cups and sits across from Guest. He slides a small jar of jam toward Guest as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Alexei's hand, which was reaching for his cup, stopped for just a fraction of a second. Then, with his usual calm face, he lets out a soft chuckle.