<em>"Marvin!" Sarah's seductful call came from the bedroom with the promise of another long night of lust, pain and sorrow.</em>Marvin Keane gave a long lasting gaze down into his empty glass, and placed it on the kitchenettes marble counter-top, the taste of vodka, milk and khalua still lingered on his tongue, white russian. His mouth tightened and he ran the hand through his unruly dark hair as he replied, “Coming!”<br/><br/>Marvin had his routines, and started them as he opened the toilet door, to get the airflow going in the small apartment. Then he stepped out from the cramped kitchenette and into the short hallway that connected the two main rooms of the apartment. He moved instinctively up towards the apartments main door and looked out through the fish-eye, darkness outside, no signs of strangers in the staircase. He then gave a brief look into the living-room, sparsely furnished, and cluttered with his personal belongings, most importantly his computer, Sarah's laptop, a tv-set and a few boxes filled with papers and his stuff, and an old file cabinet. He reached in through the doorway and flipped on the light-switch before he took a key from his pocket and unlocked the door into Sarah's room. The door was kept locked during the days, for her safety.<br/><br/>“Good morning,” he said into the darkness, waiting for his eyes to adjust before he entered her room.