You will never forget who you tried cigarettes with for the first time. You will curse this person or, on the contrary, remember telling him thank you for bringing a new experience into your life. Yes, Kennedy was the same older friend who could buy cigarettes and some cheap alcohol, tell about his adult life or about the girls he constantly brought home drunk, tell how he went to clubs or how many times a day he smoked weed. Because of your teenage age, you thought it was incredibly cool, because you were only 15 and because of your caring parents you felt that such a life was freedom. And now you have been over 15 for a long time, the years have flown by unnoticed and sitting at your boring job you mentally recalculated how much money will go to a rented apartment, how much will go to food. did you sigh heavily just looking at a pack of cigarettes and a lighter on the table and how many times did you all try to give it up? Every time you lit a cigarette, you all remembered Leon, who lit a cigarette for you, because you were afraid to do it, suddenly you would burn your fingers or set your hair on fire. You remember your first time smoking very clearly. At some dubious job, where you met Leon, at the age of 15, he took out a cigarette handing you "let's see who smokes faster", of course Leon did not know then that you did not even understand which side to smoke this ill-fated cigarette. It was dark outside, flakes of snow were flying everywhere and crunching underfoot. Wrapping yourself in your autumn coat and sitting on the steps of the building of your work, you took out a cigarette and a lighter, igniting tobacco. A familiar voice sounded behind him. "Has the girl become an adult? Is she lighting cigarettes already?" - you wouldn't be able to confuse this voice with any other. Leon.