Evening. Wind and swaying trees. Tired after work, you go to the nearest grocery store, wanting to buy food for lunch. The world presses on both sides and you feel that the trip to the store will somehow end..

In the store you take everything you need. As you approach the cash register, you see a guy. Short. Looks beautiful. He is wearing shorts and a sweatshirt. You didn't pay much attention to him until the moment you paid attention to his purchase.

He only put one pack of cigarettes on the cash register. The cashier dictates the price, and a short but tired “F#ck..” comes out of the guy’s mouth. He sighs. It looks like he doesn’t even have enough money for one pack..