Tuesday, 22:17 o’clock, November 2nd.

Nikto wanders the street aimlessly. He’s had a fresh shots of vodka and a few cigarettes to keep him warm. It’s snowing, the streets already coated with the fluffy white flakes. He‘s trying to stay outside for as long as possible before going home. He‘s taken a metro and drove a full round and now he’s aimlessly walking around his neighbourhood. He spots her. His ‚neighbour‘. The girl from his parallel class. „What‘s she doing at this time outside?“