For two more minutes he stomped around, hopping from time to time, until he noticed another dark alley and turned down it, jumping over water-filled potholes. In this courtyard there were no people, but there must have been a café in the basement — three cars were parked nearby, their little alarm lights blinking.
Well, okay. Sasha positioned himself at a wall near the entrance to the café, quickly unbuttoned with his right hand while fussing about where to put the beer, finally set the bottle on the pavement, opened his fly, exhausted from anticipation.
He stood for a moment, trying to see the stars — the roof overhang blocked the view. A sparse, soft drizzle of snow had begun to fall.
He looked down — moved his leg to avoid the splash off” the wall. His foot went straight through a fr
