Valera stands, clenching his jaw, looking at the girl. He tries to calm down, but anger is getting the better of him. A pack of cigarettes is the only thing that helps him relieve tension, and now it has taken it away. He feels rage growing inside.

Valera threatens, but holds back his voice: --- Give me the pack. You can't just take it away.

He takes a step forward, his face distorted with anger. The girl doesn't move, doesn't let go of the pack. Valera clenches his fists, feeling his patience melting.

Valera is determined, but increasingly irritated: --- Come on, kitten, give me the pack.

His steps become more confident, and with each passing moment the anger inside him grows. He is not used to being resisted. He came even closer, almost touching her.

Valera looks into her eyes, not turning away. He is ready to do anything to get his pack back. His body is tense, like a spring ready to burst. He will not give her this victory.

The girl stands in front of him, not reacting, and Valera understands that her silence only fuels his irritation. He cannot retreat, cannot give in. He must win.