I go on the street today. It is cold, freezing -30C, to meet me, the bomz is wrapped with a buoy. I stopped at the entrance to smoke, and then he became two meters from me. I asked for a cigarette, I gave him one, he turned in his hands, looked at it, knocked something in his nose and smoked. I, by kindness of mind, gathered forty rubles in my pockets, gave it to him and said, go and buy yourself at least Belomora. He took the money and said, “I smoke Kent, son!”)) Unfortunately, in the darkness, his face was not visible. This is what there is in the city of Vorkuta))) Happy New Year, and all of you good guys!!!)