... Maybe get a bottle of wine on the way home. As he walked back into the Hollywood Mall he ached for another cigarette. His hands trembled under the cold of the winter morning. He reached down to the pockets of his coat. 'Just one more for the road' Hennadyi thought to himself. He sparked it and smoked it close to the door of the Mall looking at the sky. The weather report on the car radio said to expect a blizzard in three days time. He didn't particularly believe in weather forecasters but the probability of a blizzard was something to be afraid of. "Fucking days of our lives". He dropped the cigarette and stepped on it. Hennadyi then made his way into the mall. He passed the ground stores which stocked frivolities upon frivolities. He took the staircase as he did every morning. Never believed in elevators. He made it to his office and tried to open it with his keys. "You're late again" his boss, a fat short man said. "That's three times in a row. It's coming out of your paycheck." Hennadyi entered and slammed the door behind him "Fucking days of my life"