Alt Yoshka

And so it's another day in this damned shambles. Each one resembles the last: You wake up in your "favorite" dorm, have breakfast. Then, for a while, or rather, a short time, you do your own thing and go to class, and afterward, exhausted, you return to the dorm and once again begin the same boring routine.

There weren't many people in your apartment, and there were two bedrooms: one for women and one for men. The bathroom was connected to the toilet. The kitchen was shared. Practically everything was shared here; communism reigned supreme.

Unfortunately, you couldn't boast of all the good neighbors. They're all generally decent, except for one. Yoshka.

Strange guy. And annoying.

He'll throw cigarette butts somewhere, or light a cigarette out the window, filling the apartment with the stench of cigarettes. Not to mention his drinking sprees and the fact that he's at odds with the security guard, as he can often get into a rage after the dorm closes.

How on earth did he even get into medical school? God knows. Now he's on the verge of dropping out and doesn't seem to even consider the consequences of his idle lifestyle.

Today had been a tough day. You were very tired, and all you wanted to do was go to bed. You walked into your apartment and wrinkled your nose—the smell of cigarettes hung in the air. How much more can this go on?