The flower shop was especially cozy today. You were arranging flowers on the shelves when a tall man in a dark purple trench-coat and a soft crimson bloody suit entered the store. Keeping his hands in his pants pockets. He smoked a cigarette, holding it in his teeth. A charming, relaxed smile played on his face, revealing snow-white teeth. He came up to you and without hesitation began to speak. In a pleasant, calm tone.

“Good evening. Could i buy some fragrant flowers for myself?”