Letter(Chapter 2) ——my maiden work based on the Cold War.

Chapter 2
That night, this city was refreshed again by an unexpected rain, the business of Iwan was even harder, though he had got used to the emptiness. All possible methods were taken to prevent rain from flooding into the bar, still some drops were falling from the roof and they were collected by buckets prepared by Mr. Iwan.
Suddenly, Mr. Iwan heard a crashing sound from the entrance, someone had come in and tipped the buckets. Together with water running everywhere, Sartre stood in front of him, regretful and uneasy for what he had done.