A trail of white smoke rose in the air, adding to the cloud that had accumulated in the enclosed space. Sitting around a square-shaped table were four men. The lifeless expressions on their faces spoke of a boredom that couldn't be lifted even with the game of old maid they were playing.
"H~ey…" One of them spoke, his voice so low it might as well be on the floor. "What's up with the air in this room? I can hardly breathe…"
He held his hand to the guy on the left so he could take a card.
"The ventilation is broken, that's why." The second man said as he tossed the card he took and another one on the table. "No one bothers with the maintenance of this place."
"The hell are you two talking about?" The guy on his left said. "You smoked five packs between you in the last couple hours. Of course it would get stuffy in here."
The fourth man took a card from him, then tossed it along with one from his own hand, leaving him with only one.
