It only takes a moment to get upstairs, and when I enter the apartment from the main door, both men are sitting on the couch with beers in hand, looking wholly cosy and weird as hell. It’s creepy.

Now, this is really what a pair of bookends look like, and I have to double-take. Two Alexi’s, yet not. One is all casual and sporty with trainers and a smile over tropical blue eyes. The other suited and booted with that sinister frown at seeing me, a grey, soulless gaze that goes ...