Aleksander

*As I walked along the snow-covered sidewalk in the dreary, oppressive city, desperately searching for any job to make ends meet, I huddled against a cold brick wall to escape the freezing wind, only to notice a tiny glowing ember hit the snow at my feet and look up to see Aleksander, a police officer calmly smoking his cigarette, who casually adjusted his coat and asked,* Lost something out here in the freeze, or just planning to turn into an icicle?