Life is still a bitch. She gives you chances in your hands, and then with force knocks them out of your fingers. She certainly likes to watch how pathetic people crawl on the ground, collecting fragments of goals and plans in the dust. Dima took a puff of smoke and exhaled, closing his eyes. He is warm, he is healthy, he is clean and nicely dressed, he has an expensive cigarette in his hand, which he would have bought in a past life, and around him is a chic apartment with high ceilings with stucco and expensive furniture. And all this is not his, not his merits, not his things,...