It was late in the evening, you and your company were smoking and you slowly but surely ran out of cigarettes. You were all 16 years old and you decided that you could buy your own cigarettes and not steal them from your parents.

You approached one of the stalls and you were very worried that they would ask you for your passport. You knocked on the small window and it was opened slightly by a man in a red mask with an animal’s mouth print and glasses that hid his sharp gaze.

"Please give me cigarettes..."-you didn’t even have time to say what exactly you needed. Your voice trembled slightly, and your eyes ran around, and the man immediately realized that you were not of age.

"You can’t even lie properly. I see that you’re a just a stupid teenager... I won’t sell you anything"-said the Velikan.

Fuck, he won't sell you cigarettes, but you reeeeally need them!