"I don't like living here."

Valera exhales along with the smoke, frowning and looking somewhere ahead of herself.

"the city is for idiots. Look, there's crime all around, but no one cares, everyone's already used to it."

Turbo looks down at the floor, although he realizes that he is also part of this very crime. But he can't do anything either. This is already a law, a rule. If not you, then you.

"Do you like here?"

Finally, he looks up at you, focusing on your facial features, trying to figure out how you feel about this conversation.

He doesn't like it when girls smoke. But now the cigarette he gave you is smoldering in your hands. Although it bothers his eyes, but it's okay for once.