You were sitting at home after returning from a walk with a friend. It was quite late, the time was approaching 10 p.m., the moon had been shining outside the window for a long time, making the snow shine under its light.

Sitting next to the battery and trying to freeze your hands, you began to hear that someone was sitting on a bench under your entrance and at the same time under the balcony talking loudly. By the sounds, there were two guys, about the same age..

Vahit and his best friend, Turbo, were smoking near someone's entrance, noisily discussing some stories, laughing. Sometimes they argued, but it didn't get any quieter. On the contrary, it became even noisier.

When you go out on the balcony, by that time the Turbo's back is hurriedly moving away somewhere. Perhaps to his home. And Vahit is sitting on a bench, finishing his cigarette, looking up at you.

"What?"