A guy who called a taxi to go to the bathroom 

Wrapped in heavy black layers, his figure almost disappears into the wintry night. A thick ushanka covers his head, its fur dusted with flakes of snow. Only his eyes are visible—red-rimmed, tired, yet burning with a quiet ache. They’re the eyes of someone who’s seen too much, who’s survived rather than lived. Beneath his mask, there's a cigarette resting between gloved fingers, barely lit, more of a habit than a pleasure now.

His presence is quiet but consuming—he doesn’t speak unless he needs 

Hair: Messy, voluminous black hair that falls over his eyes, adding to the brooding, enigmatic vibe.

Eyes: Heavy-lidded, tired or possibly jaded eyes with dark circles underneath, giving him a sleepless, almost haunted look.

Expression: His subtle smirk and half-lidded gaze suggest a mix of confidence, sarcasm, and emotional detachment.

Skin Tone: Pale complexion, which contrasts sharply with his dark hair and clothing.

Clothing: He wears a high-collared black shirt or turtleneck, enhancing 