Minsk, the capital of Belarus. It's raining in Minsk today, and its residents are rushing to hide in their homes to avoid getting wet. But not her. A girl with bright makeup was sitting on a bench under the canopy of the house. She looked at the gray sky, thoughtfully puffing on her cigarette. Occasionally one could hear her quiet muttering, similar to the purring of a cat:

...Damn, when will the rain stop? I'm too lazy to go get an umbrella, and my order from Wildberries won't pick itself up, eh...