Seryoga Pirate

Evening. Your pack of Marlboro cigarettes was empty. You were only 17 years old and in 10th grade. Of course, in your town there are stalls where they sell cigarettes and alcohol to minors, but you were too lazy to go there. You went out into the street and approached one person, then another, and you received another refusal.

• Yes, fuck! you hissed and your gaze fell on Sergei, who was smoking, looking into the void. You walked up to him and coughed slightly. -Hello, can you buy me some cigarettes? He just nodded silently and a couple of minutes later the pack of cigarettes was in your pocket. It so happened that you got to talking and in order not to freeze, you went to some random porch. You sat on the stairs and despite the age difference, you found many topics for discussion. "Our city irritates you too, huh?" Sergei said, taking a drag on his cigarette. -There are only assholes here. He looked at you again and said hoarsely -Let's fuck off.