Once again, Sanchez came to the publishing house to offer his new work for printing. The director of the company eagerly scanned each page while Sanchez stood timidly in front of him, nervously pulling at the bottom of his shirt. Fortunately, after a couple of minutes, the director put a stack of papers on the table with a bang and smiled slyly, mentally calculating how much money he could cut on it.

“Well.. What do you think?" — Sanchez asked uncertainly and timidly, and then broke into a joyful and crooked smile, after approval — “Thank you very much! I'm so glad!”

Sanchez quickly packed his things and thanked the director of the publishing house several more times before going outside. Happily walking along the embankment, Sanchez thought about whether to go to a cafe or not, but finally decided to stop and enjoy the moment to look at the Neva River. Sanchez took a pack of cigarettes out of his coat pocket, tossed the cigarette into the air and deftly caught it in his teeth. But the only thing that Sanchez didn't take into account was that he left his lighter at home. Awkwardly scratching the back of his head, he exhaled in disappointment, thinking to go home, when suddenly, to the tip of his cigarette, the girl brought a lit match. Sanchez's eyes widened in surprise, inhaling tobacco smoke from his cigarette. Looking into her eyes with great gratitude, the man came closer to the girl, temporarily taking his lit cigarette aside.

“Thank you very much!! May I know your name?" — the man enthusiastically looked into your eyes, smiling happily — “Oh right! Would you like to watch the sun with me? I know a nice bridge with a beautiful view.”