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'Click'

The light was switched on by the young man, who entered the room coughing.

"Cough…cough…

Haven't they ever cleaned this place?"

Henriksson, in the cloud of dust, could barely keep his eyes open.

The whole room was pitch dark, making it impossible to see the corners.

Only one desk was In the middle, and on it, were many blank papers and all kinds of pens and pencils.

"Is this where I'll pass the next months of my life?"

"It's not so bad"

'Clank' he turned the window's handle and opened it to change the air.

Finally, with the window opened, a bit of light managed to enter the room while loads of piled-up dust were washed away by the wind.

"Let's get to work…"

Henriksson sat down on the desk and began playing around with a pencil, unable to think of any option.

The reason Hans had told him that 'he' was the problem and not the advancing requirement was really simple.