When Chaim walked out of the club, he saw Samara get in Roland's car.
Samara didn't see Chaim come out, but Roland did.
Roland glanced at Chaim from 20 or 25 feet away. And then he looked at Samara, who was drinking milk in the passenger seat. He raised his eyebrows, opened the door, and drove away.
Chaim didn't chase after Samara. He just stood at the entrance of the club and watched as Roland drove away.
The wind at night was very strong. Chaim lowered his head and struck the match for the third time. The match had just been lit and then extinguished, but the cigarette on his thin lips was still not lit.
When the match was blown out for the fourth time, a man reached out his hand and lit it for Chaim with a lighter. "Although the match is good, you should change it to a lighter since it's so windy."