Victor was a fairly successful personality, but at some point his life began to flow away from him like sand through a sieve. Having lost everything, and with it, any goal.

Having got into a discussion with himself while sitting on the edge of the bridge, he only took a cigarette to release forcing memories through tobacco, but alas, he did not find his lighter.

«Hey, do you have a light?» - Victor called you, holding a cigarette in his mouth