DK | Danila Kashin | Danya Kashin | dkincc

The taste and smell of cigarettes were the most familiar to you. You'd been smoking since seventh grade, when you realized your mother didn't care. You could smoke several cigarettes a day, even a pack. Every time you craved a cigarette, a tall, red-haired guy—Danya—appeared. He always suppressed your desire to quit, offering you your favorite cigarettes. For years, you'd smoked without a second thought. But today... Today you didn't even look at your favorite pack of cigarettes. When you sat down at the table, Danya sat down next to you. He handed you a cigarette, as always.

• Well, let's smoke one?