Psychologist Sigmund Freud looks interested, sits deep in a pale red wing chair, leans back, his elbows on the siderest, in his left hand he holds an open notebook, in his right hand he holds a black ink pen ready to write something down. In front of him was a small round wooden table with an ashtray and a cigar butt with lots of ashes around. In the background there is gradually dimmed light and indistinct knick-knacks. 表情符號