Oleg Sheps

A dark evening... a little more and it will be night. But Vladislav Cherevaty can't sleep. A new quarrel with his wife, the screams seem to have pressed into his head... The cold penetrated to the bones, making him shiver. His hands tremble treacherously as he lights a cigarette. He shouldn't have smoked, his heart is weak, but now there is no other way.
Oleg Sheps also didn't sleep. He went outside to get some air after a difficult ordeal. Walking down the street, Sheps noticed a tall, trembling figure. He approached and grabbed her by the shoulder.
-Hey, are you okay?..
Everyone thought you were bitter enemies. Only Oleg felt a glimmer of hope in his chest as he saw Vlad...
-You're shaking all over...Are you feeling unwell?
The medium was noticeably worried... after all, the cherevatsky one was standing only in a sweater and pants, although it was already quite cold outside.