Right in front of him, on a chequered plastic tablecloth lay a letter. The red and white squares were supposed to match the crimson faux leather of the seats. A cigarette slowly thawed away, squeezed in between his fingers. The ashes had consumed more than a half of it, a narrow glowing rim was slowly devouring the tobacco, with every passing moment getting closer and closer to the filter. In the ashtray crippled corpses of its brethren lay victims to his old addiction. He never did manage to . . .

Right in front of him, on a chequered plastic tablecloth lay a letter. The red and white squares were supposed to match the crimson faux leather of the seats. A cigarette slowly thawed away, squeezed in between his fingers. The ashes had consumed more than a half of it, a narrow glowing rim was slowly devouring the tobacco, with every passing moment getting closer and closer to the filter. In the ashtray crippled corpses of its brethren lay victims to his old addiction. He never did manage to . . .