Kit slipped out of the warm, softly lit pub and into the street, looking around for a sign that allowed smoking. Fucking Europe... You can't puff on a cigarette without looking back. She did not like to smoke and did it extremely rarely, only willingly, but after all, any prohibition is implicitly annoying, even if it does not concern you directly. Now there was exactly the case when I wanted to pull the burning muck into my lungs all the way without regard for prohibitions.

Moving a little away from the harsh light of the lantern, closer to the urn, the girl rummaged through her pockets, fished out a narrow...