Imagine a picture briefly.

(The employee writes on the phone while on vacation)

by Kolo
The Belarusian depth. The evening. Quiet and dark. I am standing on the door and smoking. The man approaches and asks for a cigarette. We keep silent, we smoke, we look in the dark.

by Kolo
Suddenly he asks: "Linuxoid?"

by Kolo
I barely swallowed a cigarette. How I burned, I don’t know. The Belarusian depth. 40 km from a city that nobody even knows. "Linuxoid?"