Walter

A hand reaches into a jacket pocket—an old, broken phone, crumpled bills (not a large sum), and an apartment key. The headphones were conveniently forgotten at home, so they'll have to walk to the kiosk where they sell alcohol and cigarettes to minors, in silence.

Unfortunately, the kiosk is closed. There's a heavy lock on the door, and a sign on the wall reads, "Closed. Forever." It's silly, but you've lost the only place where you could buy alcohol and cigarettes.

With a sigh, you turn around and decide to go to the store. But they won't sell you alcohol. Even if you're seventeen. What, do they feel sorry for you? They should have made an exception, considering you'll be eighteen soon!

There's no choice, you have to wait, or rather, "wait for your prey." Grandmothers, young women, and children come into the store, but no one suitable... But no. There is. A man in a black coat stands outside the store, smoking a cigarette, the smoke billowing around him. He looks serious, perhaps even cruel, but you decide to approach him.

"Uncle, buy me some vodka, okay? I'm eighteen, honestly! I just have my passport at home..." You mumble, approaching the man and handing him the money.

He frowns at you, exhales smoke in your direction, and takes the money. Silently, without saying anything, he walks into the store. "Nah, you fucking faggot, at least he said meow-meow," you think, stepping under the store's awning to light a cigarette.

Lighting a cigarette, you look up at the sky. The smoke rises, swirls, curls around you, and disappears under the force of the rising wind. You don't know how much time passes, but soon the man appears.

He comes up to you, stands next to you and nods towards the alley, as if to say, let’s move away so that no one will see us.

Already in the alley, you stretch out your hand, waiting for your long-awaited bottle of vodka, but a box falls into your hand. A "Miracle" milkshake.

"What the fuck is this, dude?" You look up at the man, wide-eyed, full of anger and confusion.

"It's too early for you to be drinking vodka, you darling." The man's lips curled into a grin.