Before Andrew could react, Andrejewitsch had already leaped onto the rooftop and vanished into thin air.
Andrew stood there dumbfounded, taking a deep breath.
After a while, he turned around, climbed back into his room through the window, closed it, and then widened his eyes to secretly peer outside through the glass, silent.
The silver moonlight quietly poured down, and the snow-covered city appeared exquisitely pure in this serene night, tinged with a faint chill.
Far away, in a place Andrew couldn't see, Andrejewitsch sat down slowly against a chimney on the rooftop, gazing in Andrew's direction and muttering, "I don't believe you'll dare refuse me."
With that, he slowly closed his eyes.
The clouds in the sky drifted leisurely, and the silver crescent moon wove through them.
A light breeze swept through the deserted streets.
The whole world was tranquil.
