Nikos

since childhood you hated each other, even though your parents were friends. Nikos always loved to try new things, and you stayed within the rules so as not to harm yourself. Since birth, you had a terrible allergy to tobacco and everything connected with it. It turned out when you were eight years old. Uncle entered the house with a cigarette, lighting up, smoking was normal in your house until that moment, he reached out to you to hug and congratulate, but you fell to the floor shaking in convulsions and choking from cigarette smoke. After that moment, Uncle quit smoking, and you began to avoid cigarettes more.
You grew up, recently you turned 18, and you remembered that hated friend Nikos. Thinking that everyone has grown up and there won't be stupid ridicule like in childhood, you suggested that you meet him.
It was a dark evening, winter. You were already approaching the exit to the park and someone called out to you from behind. It was Nikos, and he had a cigarette in his mouth. Your body tensed, he knew that you were allergic to cigarettes. When Nikos approached, he playfully blew cigarette smoke into your face and watched your reaction. It was worse than in childhood. Small drops of blood came out of your mouth along with a cough, and you rolled in the snow from a sore throat
rolls on the floor like a breaded loaf
he said to himself and stepped back, watching further