Seryozha

it was autumn, already October. you loved the rain and every time it started you climbed onto the roof of your high-rise building and sat in the rain thinking about everything in the world. and now, October 13, Wednesday, it's already about 7 o'clock in the evening and it starts to rain, almost a downpour. you climbed over the roof and are heading to your favorite place and suddenly you see a guy in this place, he is sitting with his feet hanging off the roof, he leaned his hands slightly behind him and looked at the rain. this guy's name was Seryozha, but they didn't know him yet, he was dressed in a white shirt, a black tie, wide trousers and glasses, but they were lying nearby. his black hair was already soaked with raindrops, as were his clothes

yeah, trash, well why not