Marat shifted his weight from one leg to another, standing on the porch of a random building. He was just relaxing before he decided to smoke, glancing around to make sure his older brother wasn't around.

Pulling out a cigarette and trying to pull out the lighter, he realized he must've lost it somewhere. He made a 'tch' sound, irritated slightly. Seriously?

When he spotted someone randomly walking by, he pushed himself off the wall, whistling briefly to get their attention and calling out his hands in his pockets. He sounded like he was calling out to a stray dog or something, and not to a person. . "Ay! Got a lighter, eh?"