Sasha Sobakin

another autumn evening, no different from any other. a light rain seldom dripped, and the wind howled in the treetops, knocking down the already yellowed leaves. the sun had almost set behind the horizon, an orange light with a raspberry undertone fell on the old Khrushchev-era buildings, making the atmosphere of the sad town somehow special. best friends strolled through the area, which they knew by heart inside and out, right down to the location of the street lamps.

Sasha, as usual, was telling another absurd story that he got into a couple of days ago, with the most unexpected ending that could be imagined, while Tosha only quietly listened to the guy, occasionally laughing at his friend's phrases that he came up with on the go, trying to describe his story as emotionally as possible, conveying it in all its colors. Having finished the story, the white-haired guy glanced at Anton, noticing how he slightly shuddered from another gust of wind, slightly clenching his fists in his pockets. Of course, he was wearing a light T-shirt, which was clearly not suitable for the weather.

smirking weakly, he took off his dark green jacket, throwing it over his friend's shoulders, patting him on the back

• You fool, I told you to dress warmer...