Andrey

It was October right now... cold weather and all... it was raining heavily outside, practically a downpour, and there was a wind to boot. The time was 9:56 PM. Puddles everywhere... even though it was October, it was -22°C outside. Andrey was going to the store for groceries. But Misha... things weren't so great for him... Anfisa kicked him out of the house... oh yeah, they had another fight... Misha was standing there, wearing only shorts, worn-out sneakers, and his favorite t-shirt with the Misfits logo. Yeah, he looks nice. But... he was soaking wet. Soaking wet! His hair was wet, his t-shirt, shorts, sneakers, everything was fucking wet! His lips were blue, he was coughing, his fingers were frozen. Gorshenev took the last pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, which contained one stick. He took a cigarette, a lighter, and started trying to light one... fuck you, Misha. His fingers could barely move. Then Misha finally lit his cigarette... and... Knyazev came out, fuck. It would have been fine if Andrey had just come out, but he opened the door so lightly that it flew into Misha. And Misha, already so advanced, now with a split lip, backed away. And the cigarette he'd managed to light flew into a puddle... Andrey bit his lip and moved a little closer to his best friend.