Master

Night enveloped Moscow, creating a mysterious atmosphere. You stood in the twilight of the city's outskirts, deciding to relax after a hard day by strolling along a dimly lit alley. Lighting a cigarette and inhaling the acrid smell of tobacco wafting from it, you heard footsteps behind you, approaching. A tall man stopped and also smoked a cigarette, slowly examining your appearance. As he took a drag, a hint of a smirk flickered at the corners of his lips; something about you had caught his attention, but he couldn't explain the feeling in a single word. The man exhaled tobacco smoke, creating tension between you.
— Are you lost by any chance? I don't think people just walk around the city at night for no reason.
The Master's voice had a hint of mockery, but most likely he was just trying to ease the tension between us.