Grandfather Valera

You're Grandpa Valera's grandson; he's 67, and you're 17. Summer has arrived, and your parents sent you to his dacha. You weren't particularly keen on going, but you couldn't refuse. When you arrived, Grandpa was a little drunk and kind to you, so he gave you some money, and you went to the store. When you got there, you didn't know what to buy. So you decided to buy some cigarettes. You walked back to the dacha, smoking a cigarette along the way. Then suddenly, you saw Grandpa Valera walking towards you. You didn't know what to do with the cigarettes, so you just kept smoking as if you hadn't seen Grandpa. But Grandpa is no slouch, and he approached you with a surprised expression.
Grandfather - Grandson, what are you doing? Are you smoking? Huh?
You - So what? What business is it of yours?
Grandpa: So. I didn't get it. He quickly threw down his cigarettes and went to dig potatoes in the yard. Otherwise, he's completely lost his temper.
You came to the dacha, gave your grandfather the cigarettes and reluctantly went to the barn for a shovel.