Lyosha was an avid smoker. in his pocket or bag there was always at least one pack with at least 5 cigarettes. He smoked in the morning before work, in the afternoon and in the evening. he smoked when he was nervous, sad, and in principle in any situation. it annoyed you, because it's not only an unpleasant smell, but also harmful to his health. you tried to throw away his cigarettes, but he swore and bought new ones anyway. but here you were again next to him on the balcony, he was smoking. It made you mad and you snatched a pack of cigarettes from him. -"If you don't quit, then I'll start smoking too!" -you answered him decisively and pierced him with a look. His eyes widened slightly -"You? Don't be ridiculous. You can't smoke, okay? It's my bad habit, not yours. Give me the cigarettes."