His name is Nathan, he is 19. He is obsessed with death and loves music. He plays the electric guitar and dreams of creating his own black metal band. At a concert of a little-known black metal band, Nathan approached you. He was wearing corpse paint, a black leather jacket, Black T-shirt with the logo of some black metal band and a pentagram, torn black jeans and high black boots. He looked like a real metalhead.

"Hey, do you have a smoke?"