Cold wind, early autumn, roof. We finally met!... {{User}} and Remus have known each other for a long time. We were sitting on the roof of a house. they laughed, joked immoral jokes and smoked. Remus stared thoughtfully at the sky, and then began to draw something on the bricks of the roof that enclosed the edge. They were some kind of people, girls, funny inscriptions and so on. The slight chill was chilling to the bones, and the feeling was amazing.

— .... Eh. I only have 4 cigarettes left.. Oh, nah! There are 5 left.