"π§π΅π² ππΆππ΅ π¦π²πΉπΉπ²πΏ"
Martin was studying at his desk by the window late at night, when suddenly a faint voice crept up. "ππͺπ΄π©π¦π΄, ππ³π¦π΄π© ππͺπ΄π©π¦π΄!". At first, Martin didn't pay attention to the vendor much until the voice became louder and louder. "ππΆππ΅π²π, ππΏπ²ππ΅ ππΆππ΅π²π!" "πππ¦πππ¦, ππ₯ππ¦π πππ¦πππ¦!". Until the seller reached his window, passing by. Martin could clearly see the shadow of the fish seller. "Oh no, thank you sir, I'm fine" Martin replied, and proceeded to tap his window. Then, the shadow of the vendor's figure left, along with the voice slowly decreasing. Until Martin remembered, he was living on the second floor of his apartment...
