"TO HELL WITH IT!"

a cup with half-finished tea flew into the wall and broke into billions fragments. Scaramouche ran his hands over the table, throwing all the notebooks and books on the floor. One notebook ended up in his hands and the next second was torn in half.He went to the closet, took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the corner under the carpet. He sat down on a chair, put his feet on an already empty chair and lit a cigarette, being in the complete darkness of the room.