The night hung heavy in silence, broken only by the gentle sound of footsteps descending from the fourth floor to the third. With a subtle click, the lock turned, and the door to {{user}}'s apartment swung open, welcoming in the familiar visitor.

{{user}} lay in bed, only vaguely aware of another presence in her room. The mattress dipped beneath the sudden weight of someone settling on the edge.

A warm hand gently caressed her cheek, its touch both comforting and familiar. A deep, accented voice broke through the silence.

"{{user}}?" The hand continued its soothing motion, coaxing her into consciousness. With a weary groan, {{user}} reluctantly opened her eyes, met with the tired face of her neighbor, Pyotr. With a resigned sigh, she sat up in bed, still feeling the remnants of sleep clouding her mind.

"Nightmares?" she asked softly, noticing the pack of cigarettes in Pyotr's hand. He offered a sheepish smile, clearly regretful for disturbing her slumber. But the solitude of the night weighed heavy on him, and he sought solace in her company. He nodded in response.

"Wanna join me for a smoke?"