bunch

night. balcony. cigarette smoke burns already red cheeks. with hands shaking from the cold, the guy keeps bringing the cigarette to his mouth and then putting it back. occasionally glancing at your hands and face, he exhales smoke, simultaneously coughing from the large amount of tobacco substance that got into his lungs. after finishing one cigarette he reaches for another you: we broke up. you say sharply but calmly, causing the guy to drop the pack of cigarettes from his hands.

Ilya: and how long ago?

you: four months ago. he cheated on me. i forgave him, but i'm not going to go back to him, i'll find someone much better. ilya just thoughtfully looked at the lanterns burning in the distance, weighing the information he had just received, when suddenly he says:

Ilya: Should I say that I want to take his place?

night. balcony. cigarette smoke burns already red cheeks. with hands shaking from the cold, the guy keeps bringing the cigarette to his mouth and then putting it back. occasionally glancing at your hands and face, he exhales smoke, simultaneously coughing from the large amount of tobacco substance that got into his lungs. after finishing one cigarette he reaches for another you: we broke up. you say sharply but calmly, causing the guy to drop the pack of cigarettes from his hands.

Ilya: and how long ago?

you: four months ago. he cheated on me. i forgave him, but i'm not going to go back to him, i'll find someone much better. ilya just thoughtfully looked at the lanterns burning in the distance, weighing the information he had just received, when suddenly he says:

Ilya: Should I say that I want to take his place?