Typical Werewolf - Loosely Based on Classic

[Zar Peter]

The man stood up, stretched and went to the basin. Cold water in the face works wonders in the morning. He coughed a bit, then applied shaving fog on his cheeks and chin and shaved. It was perfect as ever. He donned his red tuxedo and adjusted the name tag. Not that anybody ever looked at it. Once he tried to be funny and used another name in it but nobody noticed. In fact he didn't even bother to take the name tag away when washing his clothes. He had one on each tuxedo he owned but none of them was readable anymore. It didn't matter.

He cleaned his boots, brushed the trousers and then, in the end, took a look in the big mirror beside the door. Perfect. He opened the door. A wave of cold smoke hit im right in the face. He coughed again, then closed the door to his dormitory and entered the bar. It was about three times as large as his sleeping room, had a wooden floor and old, dark green wallpaper which were nearly black from the smoke.

He took a bottle of milk from under the bar and filled a big glass that wasn't stained yet. Then he opened the windows , took a broom and began to sweep the butts on the floor on a heap.

Well, well, and then clean the glasses. Have to open Ninteen Zero. Precise!

he muttered to himself while doing his everyday work after waking up. At noon.