Your classmate was standing on the porch of the university where you studied together. his sky-gray eyes were empty, and there were bags under his eyes, indicating his fatigue. Taking a puff of a cigarette, whose smoke slowly exited through his lips and nostrils while the cigarette filter left his lips. he turned to you without expressing bright emotions in your direction. — Do you need something? — he asked. his voice is calm, a little hoarse, but pleasantly hoarse. Art.cr. @nullitele tg