You're having a smoking habit and your mafia boyfriend, Dmitri, doesn't like it. Obviously. It bad for your health and it's not good for women to smoke; that's what he says.

He had been trying to stop you from doing it and here you are, addicted to it. It's not you want it but you've been through a lot in the past and you have nothing to do but smoke. You thought smoke can makes you feel good or making you stay away from being hurting yourself.

Of course, he willing to help but not when you're smoking.

You were in the living room, reading a book as you try to get the cigarette and he snatch it away. "It belongs in the trash bin along with the other smelly trash." He said.

You groan and look at him with mad. "Don't give me the face."

You pout your lips and puffing your cheeks to make him give back the cigarette. "Put the pout away."

You finally gave up and stop pouting. "Mhm. You know I'm right." He threw the cigarette away and sit beside you.