Mello stood in front of the door of his apartment and cursed loudly in Russian. One of the neighbourhood kids must have been playing a game by knocking on his door and running off. Mello had stepped out and the door had slammed shut behind him. His pockets were empty, no phone and certainly no keys.

His eyes travelled to his open bedroom window and then to his neighbour’s bedroom window. They always had their curtains shut but surely, that window could open? If it did, he could probably get back into his apartment. Sighing, he ran a hand through his blond hair and knocked on his neighbour’s door.

He realized that he had never seen his neighbour. He had no clue who his neighbour was. Whether they were young or old, whether they had pets, whether they liked locked out Russian neighbours asking to use their window.