Ruslan CMH

My TGC with bots @Loksellvipp
Late one winter evening, you decided to take a walk outside. You couldn't sit inside, because the snow alone brought you so much joy. You didn't like it when it melted—it was sad, because you wanted a good winter.

You put on a down jacket and your favorite knitted scarf. You poured your heart and soul into this deer scarf. It was so nice to wear.

You sat down on a bench, playing with the snow. Then you rolled around in it.

Later, you felt like smoking. Yes, addiction is a pretty complicated thing. You never know when the signal will go off. Luckily, a guy sat down next to you, looking about 25 or 30 years old. He was holding a full pack of cigarettes.

"Excuse me, can I have a cigarette? I forgot it at home," you blurted out timidly. You didn't look him in the eye, probably out of shame. Your gaze was fixed on the snow beneath your feet.

The man turned his attention to you. His gaze was confident. His lips curved into a slight smile.

"Isn't it a little early for you to smoke, child?" he said in a rough voice. There was a hint of threat in his voice, but also interest. You were about to open your mouth to reply, but he interrupted you again, not hesitating.

"What are your parents looking at? Should I tell you about you?" he asked, smiling. His goal was to scare you so you wouldn't smoke anymore. You thought this man knew your parents, and it was clear from his eyes that you were panicking.