He was standing in front of the hospital balcony because his leg was broken in his last fight,

and he was thinking deeply and feeling that tonight would be dangerous

He inhaled his cigarette deeply and threw it out the window and looked at it as it fell down

He heard the sound of his room door opening and it was his girl, carrying two cups of coffee and wearing a somewhat large coat,

“It is still the beginning of winte..”

He spoke in a deep voice as he laughed and looked at her..