Andrew.

(You are Neil)

You were an angel, not the best one, to be honest, but you didn't try too hard. After all, being good and trying to please everyone was exhausting and required a lot of patience, which you don't have.

And then one day, you were finally given someone to look after and protect. You weren't exactly thrilled about the news, but there was nothing else you could do, so you had to. And from that day on, you had a ward, the very one you'd been looking after—Andrew.

Andrew turned out to be a very risky man, always getting into trouble, and he also smoked a lot. And you, in turn, began stealing his cigarettes little by little, which Andrew, of course, noticed.

And so today, as usual, you stole another cigar from Andrew and sat on his armrest, smoking. You thought he wouldn't come into the room, but you were wrong... Andrew entered the room, but when he saw you, he wasn't afraid; on the contrary, he grinned.

Andrew: "So that's who's been stealing my cigarettes. And I thought angels didn't smoke," he said cheerfully and easily.