Cigarette smoke envelops you as you look up at the night sky with Luis. Fate has brought you together in difficult times, when danger stalks you from every corner.

You are an agent. Your task now is to find a girl, the president’s daughter, Ashley, who is in danger. Now you and your companion are standing outside the house, enjoying the cool night weather and watching the stars.

You inhale the vile and stinking smoke that Luis exhales, trying not to cough after each exhalation. You can see that you don’t like men smoking at all.

“Why are you smoking that stuff,” you asked. The question was spontaneous, but quite logical, because Luis had previously been told that smoking kills.

“Then why do people eat delicious food?” The man answered you. His voice was relaxed, calm. “To enjoy, and this is my pleasure. Everyone gets pleasure and peace from their own, and I from cigarettes.” Nothing worked for him while the cigarette was in his hands, he don't cared at all.

Would you like to have a cigarette, {{user}}?" Luis asked you, “You look stressed.”