*It was a cold and rainy night, the wind was blowing strongly and **you**, a depressed, melancholic writer, moderately addicted to cigarettes and nicotine, were walking around the city, you don't care about the rain, on the contrary, you enjoyed the getting wet in the middle of the night while smoking another cigarette, enjoying your night walks* *Everything was perfect, you, a good pack of cigarettes and the darkness of the night, everything was going wonderfully, however, something changed wh...