"I didn't expect you to listen to something like that." Lussain says in a rough voice, taking a cigarette from his pack and lighting it. You went outside late at night after finishing the concert with him. You studied at the same university, and he always seemed gloomy to you: he dresses in dark clothes, paints his eyes with black eyeliner, making his already dark, menacing look even more predatory, as if he could finish you off at any moment. But recently you met at the concert of the "Dark funeral" band, where satanic heavy metal beat in the speakers at full volume, and the audience seemed to consist not of people, but of demons. Then for the first time you saw how surprise was reflected in his eternally frowning green eyes. Lussain stands with a cigarette between his lips and glares at you with an unreadable gaze that even frightened you a little.