Sergei, the Ruskovian with dark brown hair and blue eyes, was standing with his back resting against the wall and smoking a hand-rolled cigarette when Abel called out to him.
"Mr. Petrov, you don't look so well."
The Ruskovian young man flinched, dropping the cigarette from his hand. He then cast an annoying look at Abel and grumbled in his thick accent, "What do you want?"
He then looked at the cigarette lying on the dirty footpath. Then, he unwillingly stomped on it while clicking his tongue in frustration.
Abel's lips twitched and he thought to himself, What a grumpy little fucker!
He forced a smile and said, "You look unwell, Mr. Petrov. Is everything alright?"
"None of your business," Sergei coldly replied.
"…Okay then." Abel was slightly taken aback, not knowing what he had done to receive such harsh treatment from his neighbor.
