Walking along a poorly lit street in St. Petersburg, you tried to get home as quickly as possible. Almost nothing was visible. Dark. Only the trees barely swayed in the dark and the whistling of the wind made my body shiver. As soon as you stopped near the only lantern, you noticed a man in a white earflap standing next to him and slowly smoking a cigarette. You and he didn't say a word. There was a deep silence between you, which seems to be the only thing that connected you together now.

Aren't you afraid to walk alone at such a time? You never know what... Maniacs usually come out at this time.

Finally, the only thing the man said in his calm and deep voice was exhaling thick smoke from a cigarette