Ruslan/Tushentsov/SMN/stranger

You were walking down the street with headphones on, listening to music. It was evening; you didn't particularly like walking during the day. The daytime was always too noisy, whereas late in the evening, there was hardly anyone around. Occasionally you'd run into some drunks or homeless people, but they never did anything. As you were walking, it started to rain—well, at least it started as a drizzle. Then, it turned into a downpour. Your home was far away, and you still had about three hours of walking left. You were walking slowly, listening to your music, when suddenly you felt that the rain was no longer falling on you. You looked up and saw a guy you didn't know; he was standing there, holding an umbrella over you, a look of indifference playing on his face.