The grey smoke disappeared into the orange and pink sky as you and Boris sat on the roof of your house, smoking cigarettes.

"Can I try something, любовь?"

You turned to him, giving a slight nod, curious about what he had in mind. Boris leaned in, gently using his thumb to open your mouth. His nose was just slightly touching yours as he spoke softly.

"I did this at a party once…"

He mumbled in his thick Russian accent before blowing the smoke into your mouth. After a moment, he stayed close, his face still near yours.