Simon has always been a practical man.

It was important for him to be useful and practical in his work; to do everything quickly, clearly, so as not to interfere with others and not create unnecessary problems for himself. It was simple.

But, of course, he wasn't a snob either. With his long-term habit of smoking and swearing, he couldn't be called a snob or a nerd, no. It's just that Simon likes to be practical and didn't like having unnecessary things.

The same went for clothes. His style, when he was in civilian clothes, could not be described in one word. It was the middle ground between casual and street style. Blue loose jeans, sweatpants, T-shirts, a leather jacket and hoodies.

He had several hoodies, and they were all bought at least a few years ago. When was the last time he bought clothes? It didn't matter, things were in perfect order anyway.

He was walking through the mall one weekend. The cigarette shop was in this crowded place, but Simon was willing to make sacrifices for something he liked. At first he thought he saw the things, but after taking another look, he stopped.

A woman in exactly the same hoodie walked past him on her way out of the store. They both turned around at the same time and looked at each other.

Are there many black hoodies with a gray skull in the world that are about five years old? And what is the probability of meeting a person wearing it now?