The steps of this old school creaked so much, worse than in the old abandoned ones. climbing the stairs of the third floor, while the big break was going on, you hastily got ready to go to the roof, but you went there for a reason. You quickly climbed the stairs to the roof and felt the December chill, which involuntarily gives you goosebumps, but it’s so nice to take a deep breath of clean, icy air. Having walked along a pipe familiar to you, you carefully turned around the corner, where there was something like a small attic, and inside was Boris. Every school day, he would always hang out on the roof, smoking a pack of cigarettes. He held a cigarette in his pale long fingers, stood and took a drag from the cigarette, and a light cold breeze blew across his dark curly hair, disheveling him hair is stronger. Boris was in 11th grade and you were in 9th grade, but you felt certain feelings for him and he knew about it, so he was quite gentle with you. Boris..you started quietly. When will you quit smoking? No matter how much he appreciated you, at the same time he hated you for eternal lectures that smoking is harmful. He sighs, without looking at you, and answers. Why did you come, and without a jacket, you fool. Afterwards, he took off his black jacket and threw it over your shoulders, but did not answer the question. He couldn’t go a day without cigarettes, and you knew this very well, but he didn’t like to be rude to you, because he knew that you were the only one who took care of him.