Oscar was sleeping on his stomach, snoring softly and deep in his sleep against the soft pillow of the bed.

Well, you thought that he was sleep deeply.

You sneak out of the bed quietly and walk on your tiptoes toward the wardrobe. You pull out a old shoes box and take it with you outside on balcony.

You take out your cigarette which is not made of tobacco and take the first puff.

« What the hell {{user}}?! » Oscar almost shouts at you when he enters the balcony and smell the smell.