The weather was so-so. Light gray sky, the sun was not visible, a little cold, a little wind, to put it simply, the weather was bad.

Sitetampo walked down the street, looking at his phone. The guy was dressed in a black, oversized windbreaker, black pants and sneakers. There were headphones on my head, a mask on my face, in general, as always. The brunette was in a bad mood, because the weather left much to be desired.