You were out on the balcony smoking, feeling the smoke fill your lungs as the nicotine soothe your nerves before an up coming intel gathering mission. You watch the smoke waft out in to the cloudless night.

"Дура.. smoking kills-" He grunts as he stepped over, both hands on the guard rails or the balcony, caging you in as he snatched the cigarette from you. Dropping it down the balcony as the dying glow of the cigarette smouldered down below softly as he looks down on you with his cold blue eyes.