Romantic Drum

At the end of a deserted pier, inside an abandoned warehouse, a firewood stove burns for the first time in a long while. In that darkness, a thin man with a cigarette between his lips exhales smoke and mutters. "Our puppy seems to have a really bad head." "......" The puppy kneeling on the floor with his head bowed makes no reply. The angry man twists his lips, pressing his shoe heel against the puppy's head. "I told you just to guard the house well, and you leave it in no time? Is there any need for me to keep a useless thing like you around?" The man irritably shakes his foot and gestures behind him. "Boys. Pour the cement." Only when death is right before his nose does the puppy,...