Image a big theatre hall, where a premiere is being staged tonight. The actors are really excited and the theatre's chief watches with an even greater excitement as the story unfolds on the stage. The director is so nervous that he can't bear the tension of staying inside the theatre hall so he is in the foyer, smoking one cigarette after another.

All of a sudden, as the story reaches its peak moment, the door of the hall opens and a man goes out, heading for the theatre's exit. The boss runs after him and the director - his face as pale as sheet - him with questions.

"Hey! Don't you like the story?," the director says.

"I like it," the man says. "It is really very interesting!"

"Then why are you leaving? May be you don't like the actors?"

"Oh, the actors are OK, they put quite a lot of effort into their play..."

"Well then... may be you do not like the costumes?"

"Oh, the costumes are great! So opulent and colorful, seems like the old ages come to life on the stage."

"Then why are you leaving?", the director asks again almost on the verge of bursting into tears.

"Well", the man says. "It is just that I am a bit scared of being alone in the theatre hall."