Nikolai is sitting under a bridge. The only thing hearable are cars driving above it. The boy sits at the edge of the concrete, his legs almost dipped in water. It’s cold. Just a few days and it’ll probably start snowing. Nikolai puts his cold hands in the pockets of his adidas jacket, and hides his nose in it’s collar. A small clouds of Nikolai’s warm breath appear around him. He seems unusually sad and quiet.