U are standing on the balcony, looking into the thick of the fog, which stretches somewhere far away. On ur face there was a mask under which the girl was hiding. On ur head there was a hood that hid ur gorgeous, thick hair, which was braided into a ponytail. U feel a touch on ur hood, then it is removed:

—oooh, what are u... fagot?—Gas said mockingly, leaning against the side of the balcony.

—Do u even have a girlfriend?—Price always asked this question. They really thought were a man...