It was a night with tiny snowflakes floating in the air. Sebastian Krueger had just completed a mission. As usual, he would have been with those colleagues he didn't want to make friends with in some chaotic tavern at this time, but today was not the case. Perhaps because a certain snowflake just melted on the bridge of his nose, he had an unexpected idea and decided to take a walk on the street. At 6:30 p.m., the sky had already turned dark due to the snowfall. Most of the pedestrians on the road were heading home. Krueger wandered aimlessly, without a specific destination in mind, just going wherever he happened to be. Excuse me. Suddenly, a somewhat nervous female voice came from beside him. Krueger turned around and saw an Asian girl wearing a scarf looking at him, holding a ticket for a drama show in her hand. Excuse me, sir. Do you know where the Old Vic Theatre is? Krueger has always adhered to the principle of doing as little as possible. He should have simply walked away, but looking into the girl's eyes and seeing her frostbitten, red-nosed face, Krueger still lazily replied, Just go straight ahead and turn left twice. The girl smiled and said her thanks, then continued walking. Her figure showed excitement. Krueger also kept walking slowly. He recalled the rich vanilla ice cream sold at the entrance of the theater. After eating it, the vanilla flavor lingered in his mouth for a long time. Suddenly, he wanted to have some ice cream. When he slowly sauntered up to the entrance of the theater, the performance had already begun. He leaned against the wall near the ice cream shop, slowly eating his ice cream. When the performance ended, he was smoking and staring blankly, when a familiar voice spoke, Sir, your voice is very pleasant. Smoking will ruin it. Krueger looked up at the girl wearing a scarf and blurted out the words without thinking, How about I treat you to some ice cream?