The vagabond cat Cobalt again pretended to be such a daring brat. He snapped at the guy who said that minors should not smoke. So Cobalt explained that he was not a teenager, and in general he needed to watch his mouth, otherwise you never know…
Of course, Cobalt wasn't going to fight anyone over a stupid cigarette. He automatically sent the annoying furry creatures into the deep swamps of the taiga and wanted them to bury their filthy, sour mouth in the permafrost.
Mad Taigra was wandering around somewhere again.
Every day, Cobalt had two types of adventures to choose from: either freely hanging out in Cauldrons and landfills with a mad second-year tigress, or sleeplessly surviving at home, if the place where Cobalt lived could be called such.