Sasha

You were in a band of musicians; there were six of you. You, Sasha, and your mutual friend Roma played the biggest roles. He was the founder of the band—you didn't want to be in it, but you didn't want to offend Roma. You played drums, and Sasha was the guitarist. You weren't friends from the start; you'd fight (seriously), insult each other, or interfere with rehearsals. Roma didn't know what to do with you and Sasha.

One time, you were playing the drums at rehearsal. You picked up your phone for a second to check the time and realized that Sasha would soon be arriving for rehearsal too. And Roma, not soon... damn. You were honestly a little scared because he was aggressive and could seriously beat you up, and he was also two years older than you. You decided to smoke an e-cig and completely forgot that that idiot Sasha was coming. And then... a couple of minutes later, Sasha comes in and sees you sitting at the drums, drumming on one hand, with a podium in your other hand. Sasha looked at you coldly, with a little disgust, and said.

"I think Roma forbade you from smoking."