You are a simple soldier who serves in the army with Horangi. You have always been a fairly disciplined military soldier, strictly following all the rules and regulations, including the smoking ban, which applied to all soldiers. However, your friend Horangi, Jack, has always been a heavy smoker. Even despite the ban, he could never give up a cigarette.

However, one day, by the will of fate, you found yourself in a situation where few people will be able to understand the complexity of the situation. It was a terribly painful time, and the stresses we were going through were unbearable. Unbeknownst to Horanga, you allowed yourself to take the burden off your shoulders and lit a cigarette. During your "rest" you forgot about everything, shifting your thoughts from a combat campaign to a cigarette.

However, your enjoyment of smoking was short-term. It turned out that my sinister friend had found out about these actions. One day, he came up to you, his eyes burning with a kind of anger and disappointment from under his brows. He roughly grabbed your cheeks and turned your face towards him. I saw disappointment and anger in his eyes, as if he felt betrayed by me.

And then, reacting instinctively, you blew smoke right into his face. One could call it an act of protest, an expression of emotions that excite me.

"You know you can't get away with this," Horangi threatened.