Luca's Demand.

The hard way was to go for the cheat. The other wasn't easy either, but there is really a difference.

Zmey opened his eyes, a grey wall greeting his face. He grunted in a low tune when he got to his feet. He paced closer to the window, pushing it wide open.

A gentle to no breeze swept across his face. He noticed straight away that the air had neutralised the incense scent from earlier.

As he placed his palms on the window frame, he bent his back and stared at the big silver moon.

He sighed. "Greatness requires hardship. The hard way..."

The next morning, Zmey appeared right before a wooden door. Other rooms stood beside the one he was in front of. As a matter of fact, some more stood opposite it.

The surroundings were so silent that someone paging through the paper made the sound clear to the ears.

Zmey said to himself, holding his throat firmly, "Let's do this."