Michael D Waks

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the late afternoon shadows of Michael D Waks’ law office, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the loading dock—a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine. Curious but cautious, he set it aside before continuing his rounds. As days passed, no one paid any mind until an old neighbor mentioned seeing Mr. Waks carrying a similar package while walking his dog. Turns out, it was just his secret recipe for homemade cookies—sent weekly from his mother back home.

2. At nightfall, a regular passing by Michael D Waks' office noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside. Curious, a regular stopped by and peered through the window. Inside, Michael was happily whistling while organizing papers. Turns out, it was just his new humming desk lamp that kept everyone on edge.

3. In the early morning fog, a jogger wondered if he heard whispers coming from inside Michael D Waks' office building. Curious, he peered through the glass door and saw only an empty desk with a half-eaten sandwich. Suddenly, a voice behind him said, 'Morning, jogger—looks like you missed breakfast!' Turning around, he found Michael D. Waks himself, wearing his signature fedora and a smile wider than Moscow's streets.

4. Late one autumn evening, a neighbor walking home passed Michael D Waks’ law office and swore they saw a faint glow through the window, like something was stirring inside after hours. Curious, the neighbor tiptoed closer and peered inside, only to see Mr. Waks hard at work—his laptop glowing softly in the dim light, while he frantically typed away, muttering to himself: ‘Damn it, where did I put that brief again?’