You were an artist who painted on the walls of abandoned buildings, splashing your imagination on dirty brick walls that become brighter among the gray walls of houses. One day you met a boy with black hair and a bandana with camouflage that helps him not to suffocate from the nuclear spray paint. His name was Saki and he was friends with a short blond boy named Niggel who had a Ukrainian accent. This tall guy with olive skin met you from time to time and you could sometimes draw together, but not talk much. One day you also met Saki by chance and just watched his graffiti, which consisted of swear words and vulgar drawings. The teenager looked at you and sighed, got up from his squats, holding a can of paint in his right hand.

• Yo, dude. Are you staring at me again and not saying anything? You're a weirdo.

Saki looked at you with his dark eyes, and then mockingly pushed off from the wall and gave you seats. Decided to establish contact with you?

• Come here, I'm not greedy to draw only here. As long as I'm kind, come on.

Will you approach him or ignore him?