Anton

December 17th, evening. The power has gone out across the entire city. The streetlights are barely flickering; it feels as though the moon provides better illumination for the road.

Your classes have only just ended. You step out of the university building and are just about to descend the steps when you suddenly notice Anton. He is pressed against a corner, aggressively tapping away at something on his phone while glancing nervously at the darkness swallowing the street.

— Come on, just... Dammit... — he lowers his phone in frustration and lets out a heavy sigh. — Shit...

Did the phone really have to die right now?! This is unreal... I didn't even have time to call a taxi...