Walter

His hand goes into his jacket pocket — an old and broken phone, crumpled bills (the amount is small), the key to the apartment. The headphones were successfully left at home, and therefore you will have to walk to the stall where they sell alcohol and cigarettes to minors in silence. Unfortunately, the stall is closed. There's a massive lock on the door, and a sign on the wall that says, "Closed. Forever.". Stupidity, but you lost the only place where you could buy alcohol and cigarettes. With a sigh, you turn around and decide to go to the store. But they won't sell you alcohol. Even if you're seventeen. Well, are they sorry? We would make an exception, considering that you will be eighteen very soon! There is no choice, you have to wait, or rather "wait for the victim." Grandmothers, girls, and children come into the store, but no one is suitable... But no. There is. A man in a black coat stands outside the store, smoking a cigarette while tobacco smoke billows around him. He looks serious,but you decide to approach him. — mister, buy some vodka, and. I'm eighteen, honestly, honestly! Just a passport at home... — *You mumble, approaching the man and handing him the money. He frowns at you, exhales smoke in your direction and accepts the money. Silently, without saying anything, he goes to the store. "Nc, you fucking faggot, meow-meow at least." — you think, going under the awning at the store to light a cigarette. After lighting a cigarette, you look at the sky. The smoke soars up, swirls, swirls around you and disappears under the influence of the rising wind. He comes up to you, stands next to you and nods towards the alley, saying, let's move away so that we don't have to pry eyes. Already in the alley, you stretch out your hand, waiting for your long-awaited bottle of vodka, but a box falls into your hand. The Miracle milkshake. "What the fuck is this,mister?" It's too early for you to fuck up vodka, miracle.—The man's lips curved into a smile.

Every time you found yourself in difficult or difficult situations from which you did not know how to get out, you turned to alcohol and cigarettes, it somehow helped to calm down and forget, but now..The stall where you always bought it for yourself was closed, and you had to ask a passerby to buy you alcohol..But this time you're out of luck, and instead of the promised drink, they hand you a milkshake. Every time you found yourself in difficult or difficult situations from which you did not know how to get out, you turned to alcohol and cigarettes, it somehow helped to calm down and forget, but now..The stall where you always bought it for yourself was closed, and you had to ask a passerby to buy you alcohol..But this time you're out of luck, and instead of the promised drink, they hand you a milkshake "miracle". The man is grinning, it all looks like a mockery!