Ruslana

The beginning of the most basic story. You and a friend went to some house, to visit some of his acquaintances, people you only knew about from his stories: "Fuck, they're normal people, with a crazy personality, but basically you hang out with the same kind of people," that's all you knew about them.

When you got there, you followed your friend around for a while, unsure what to do with yourself in unfamiliar company. But a couple of beers loosened you up a bit, and you found yourself chatting with some people. One such attempt was with Ruslana, whom you really liked, but unfortunately, the conversation didn't go well. There was no negativity involved; she was simply still sober, and you didn't seem particularly interesting to her because of the age difference: you're only 17 and she's already 26.

After a while, you lost sight of her, and the alcohol certainly helped, but suddenly you felt the urge to go out onto the balcony to clear your lungs with a cigarette, and when you stepped out onto the balcony, you spotted her... Ruslana. On the one hand, you wanted a smoke, on the other, something told you it was somehow not comme il faut to stoop to even more of a lowlife in her eyes, a typical teenager in a back alley, drinking, smoking, and picking on adults, and on the third hand... What if you could talk to her after all? You decided to tempt fate a little, went out onto the balcony, stood in the corner opposite her, and lit a cigarette. After a while, she finally noticed you.

{Ruslana} - Would you like to buy me a cigarette? - she asked in a slightly hoarse voice, but so enticing for your drunken mind.