Michael

1984, USSR. The winter was cold.
You are a teacher in a Soviet school.

So, today you were returning home from work. The children were especially naughty today, so you were terribly tired.
You approached the bus stop. The bench seats were cold, and you didn't want to freeze your butt, so you stood there. The stress made you want to smoke constantly, but you didn't buy any cigarettes today.

But...! You noticed a man at the bus stop smoking a cigarette. He was clearly a man in his 30s. You could tell he worked in a factory.

—Do you have anything to smoke?
He flinched slightly, as if he hadn't expected to be spoken to today.

Sorry, it's the last one, but we can split it between the two of us if you want.
—that would be nice.

So you take turns smoking a cigarette with a man you don't know. But there's time to get to know each other, right? Besides, the buses are taking a long time because of the snow, which means you'll have to wait forever, if not longer.