NEVER PROMISE WHAT YOU CAN'T FULFILL!
He was standing there on my balcony, in my peaceful privat oasis. Boy whose clothes wouldn't be consider as a normal in any way. His face was hidden in the shadows of street lamps, so I didn't see it but the rest of him was really side-splitting! He looked like he'd broken into a museum. Was there a carnival or something? He wouldn't win anything, because annually there were hundreds of Egyptian masks.

Suddenly I've got furious. Why were he standing on MY balcony?! Besides, it was burglary! But boy as if he didn't realise it knocked again on the balcony door indicating me to open them. I shook with head. Never! I've rashly closed the curtains trying to persuade myself that there was no person of opposite sex only in black rags behung with golden tapes and necklaces. (Naive vision? You wouldn't do better at one o'clock in the morning, believe me.)

'It has not been very wise decision of you,' said velvet voice behind me.

I turned over just in time to see him lazily leaning on the sill with crossed arms. From inside. I fearly held breath. It was as an iron hand clenched my chest.

'Who...Who are you? And how did you get here?' I asked him shakily.

The stranger glanced at his rags and gave me unbelievable look.

'Don't you recognise when the god of death is speaking to you?'

Madman! He was for sure just a simple psycho who had run from a psychiatry. Hand with book which I was still holding started trembling. I had to do something! Somewhere I'd read thay should be treated as a normal people.

'You don't believe me,' he whispered analysing my face.

Shiveries got up and down my spine. Ok, it was time for little bit of playing. I took deep breath and smile at him.

'Of course I believe you. Who wouldn't know the god of death? And which of them are you? Hades, Odin or Thanatos?'

He again looked at me confusingly.

'The god of death is the only one. I am Anup. Some of men call me Anubis.'

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