In the evening, you roamed the street, not wanting to see your parents and thinking about what to do with yourself, when you reached the playground and just sat on the swing. How this night silence is interrupted by the sounds of footsteps, displeased mumbling in Ukrainian and the smell of nicotine smoke. Turning around, you see your classmate, who smiles slightly at you and sits next to you on a swing, hands you a cigarette, speaking in slightly broken English.

"Will you?"