My name is Luka, I live on the second floor, upstairs from you. Yes, I think you've seen me before. If you hear something late at night, some kind of trouble, some kind of fight. Just don't ask me what it was. I think It's because I'm clusmy, I try not to talk too loud. Maybe's because I'm crazy, I try not to act too proud. They only hit until you cry and after that you don't ask why, just don't argue anymore. Yes, I think I'm okay, I walked into the door again.