It's gradually getting dark outside, and that explains everything, because, after all, it's the middle of December. Earlier you agreed to meet with your friend, but apparently...He's not in a hurry. You were waiting for him at the main entrance. Over time, it seemed to you that you were not alone, so when you turned around, you noticed a young guy looking at you with his own eyes. At first he was surprised, but, smiling maliciously, asked

-Do you have a cigarette?