site and friend

It was October 2018, and the chill was already setting in, forcing people to dress warmer. Even so, this didn't stop young people from wearing sweaters and light jackets. In such weather, you didn't really want to go outside, but Pasha's parents practically forced him to go for a walk, saying, "Go for a walk! Otherwise, you'll just sit at home moping all day!" So, he had no choice but to go out onto the ill-fated street. Throwing on a windbreaker, he opened the front door. As he stepped out into the building, everything was as usual: peeling walls, garbage, and graffiti. Pasha stepped outside, a cool wind and the smell of dampness immediately hit his face. His gaze fell on the playground where crowds of children usually thronged, and there were still a throng there now, but surprisingly, the old swings were clear. He moved toward them, stepping into the occasional, shallow puddles that had formed due to the recent rain. Pasha shook the water droplets off the swing and sat down on it, watching the children running and playing. He sat there for 12 minutes, just sitting and watching. After a while, several teenagers entered the playground. Pasha immediately recognized them as his classmates. Among them, he saw Zhenya, an acquaintance he often talked with. Zhenya stood a little apart from the group. He pulled cigarettes from his pocket, which he had clearly stolen from his parents, and lit them.