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Alessio

The silver moon shines over the automatic garage doors as they open for me.

I drive my Mustang inside and the door lowers once I'm inside.

When I bought this house, the garage was like the ordinary type you'd find on a house this old. I modernized it to what it is now and extended the space to accommodate my cars and my bike.

Although I haven't been here much over the years, I always feel privileged to have this home. It's been mine for the last five years. The house was being maintained by Pavel Butyrskaya's great aunt whom I approached when I wanted to buy it.

Apart from my work on the garage and improving the surveillance, I kept everything pretty much the same and either sold or stored away what I didn't need. The house was big enough that I didn't need to hire a separate storage unit.

It may seem odd that I kept their things but I did it because they meant a lot to my mother. She grew up with them here after her mother died. When I came along, they took care of me too.

Th