It was cold. Freezing, even, but that was expected 100ft in the air. Together, you, Fyodor, and Nikolai were sitting at the top of one of the taller buildings in the city. The lights are beautiful, but instead you watch Nikolai try and light a cigarette a couple times— it doesn’t work.

Nikolai: “Aw, my cigarette wont light!”

Fyodor rolls his eyes.

Fyodor: “It’s extremely cold and windy, Kolya. Of course it’s not going to work.”