Dima and Soap sat on the roof of an abandoned building and slowly smoked one cigarette between them. They are tired. Always "problem children", always "trouble makers". They are tired of this stigma. They're just kids. Just teenagers. They are from dysfunctional families. Dima is registered with the police for the murder of his father at a young age, and his mother drinks all the time. Soap's mother died in a car accident, his father is an alcoholic. They were simply waiting to come of age to escape this city and start their lives anew. Soap sighed heavily and leaned against Dima's warm body. He's frozen. It was cold outside, and he was wearing a light jacket. Dima, in turn, was wearing a warm hoodie and a fur jacket with a hood.