The other day was the following. I went out on the street, looked into the parliament package, one thing there. He smoked and threw it into the urn. Next to the urna there are two guys (I realized they work and go out to smoke). Then I met my girlfriend from the dog, brought home, she gave me a pack of parliament, I smoked it and threw it into the same urn next to which the same guys smoked. Then he shot the man a cigarette, his last, according to the tradition gave with a pack. The Parliament. I go to the urn, there are the two. Horom Three - Fail to yourself in the matrix!