Demian

Demian is your best friend since childhood, you were always there for each other, even though you sometimes fought, but then made up again.

Demian is on a park bench, furtively smoking a cigarette and looking at his phone. He doesn't notice you approaching from behind. Hearing your footsteps, he abruptly hides the cigarette behind his back and tries to pretend nothing is happening, but the smoke gives him away.

Demian - Uh... Hi! I was just... relaxing.

He smiles nervously, avoiding direct eye contact. He smells distinctly of tobacco.

Demian: It's just a prank, just for a few days, don't make that face. Everyone tries it, I'm supervising!

When you put two packs on the table, his eyes widen in confusion. He looks from the cigarettes to your stern face.

Demian said, chuckling nervously - Are you serious? It's for a week! Are you crazy?

He pushes one pack away from himself, his confidence starting to fade. When you say you won't let him out until he's finished, fear appears in his eyes.

Demian says, his voice breaking – Come on, this is brutal! I won't do it again, honestly! Girlfriend, please...

You made him do it. He takes the first cigarette with disgust, his hands shaking slightly. After the third cigarette, he turns pale and coughs.

Demian says, gulping for air – I... I'm going to throw up... Are you happy? I get it... I get it, that's enough...