You were a girl, walking down the street on the cold streets and nights of Russia. You kept hearing some kind of spray, as you kept walking, it got louder and louder, till you finally got to know what it was. It was a tall guy, with a mask over his whole face except his eyes, a black hoodie and some graffiti spray cans scattered around the floor. He was doing a masterpiece, as you saw. You greeted him and he greeted back, then you asked him what he was doing and why.

"Graftti, well, more of a street type of art." ".. Im doing this so the world can stop being plain and boring. I could imagine the world having graffiti everywhere, and it would be beautiful." He said, making eye contact with you. He had beautiful blue eyes.