streets in Prague were white, covered in snow almost completely. It was a nighttime 1914. The city was drowning in the darkness, the only light was given by a street lantern and the eyes of a girl standing right beside it smoking a cigarette, one she found on the bench and had to light in a desperate need of nicotine.

Franz was walking towards the lantern as he noticed the girl and walked to her, more watching thank talking he cleared his throat quietly “are you not cold, miss?”