[ Eighteen. He doesn't look eighteen, in Vasiliy's opinion—a few years younger than that, maybe. Probably lying about his age, though it's not really any of his concern beyond the obligation he feels to say something. ]
They kill you. There's tar and chemicals.
[ And whatever else. He's never looked at an ingredient list—what would be the point? Half the shit they ingested and breathed during his own developmental years sentenced them to death, but it's not like the workers in Petrograd had a choice in the matter, and as for the cigarettes—everyone smoked back then, just like everyone drank back then. Unlike this kid (presumably), they didn't know better.
He probably still would have done it even if he did. He's never tried to quit, after all. ]
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[ Eighteen. He doesn't look eighteen, in Vasiliy's opinion—a few years younger than that, maybe. Probably lying about his age, though it's not really any of his concern beyond the obligation he feels to say something. ]
They kill you. There's tar and chemicals.
[ And whatever else. He's never looked at an ingredient list—what would be the point? Half the shit they ingested and breathed during his own developmental years sentenced them to death, but it's not like the workers in Petrograd had a choice in the matter, and as for the cigarettes—everyone smoked back then, just like everyone drank back then. Unlike this kid (presumably), they didn't know better.
He probably still would have done it even if he did. He's never tried to quit, after all. ]
And they'll turn your teeth yellow. Don't.