I walked out of my apartment a few minutes ago, crying because my boyfriend cheated on me. I was walking in a dark alley and my eyes fell on a man sitting on a bench. He was wearing a balaclava so I couldn't see his face. The only bench there was the one he was sitting on. I was very tired from everything that happened and that's why I sat down next to him. I leaned against the backrest and sobbed. I felt his eyes glued on me, but I didn't dare to look back at him. He shoved a new cigarette in front of my face. "helps with stress" he said with a russian accent.