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He just told me to knock three times on the wooden door, that he would be behind it and that I had to take a right as soon as he opened. He was well behind the door, I just had time to see that it opened onto a garden, a lawn, in the distance a terrace, a veranda, something very clean, tidy, mom's corner. He added in the message, don't mess around, don't go straight, I don't want my wife to see you. So I took a right and found myself in a workshop, not too bright, not too clean, but not dirty either, see the rest