A lonely traveler stands in the middle of a lifeless desert. In the distance, the horizon is visible with clouds touching it, and there is no sign of life in this scorching heat.
Dark silhouette emerges from the horizon, slowly approaching the traveler. He clenches his pressed lips and takes a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket.
The bus stops next to him, the traveler climbs aboard, a cigarette butt sticking out of the corner of his mouth.
There is nobody in the cabin except him, it is quiet and dark, and only the squeak of the wheels and monotonous muttering of the radio break the dead silence.
The traveler leans against the window and enjoys the beginning sunset outside the window, ...