History of 1990.
I and two of my colleagues went on a trip to Denmark. We stayed at Bed&Breakfast in the "country area". We went to Copenhagen on a suburban train. I go into a smoking car. There were literally a couple of passengers in the car. We go, we go, we read. My ladies from the non-smoking wagon for some reason stuck to me in the wagon. I started hysterically asking me not to smoke. You can see the odor of tobacco smoke.
Thus, the anti-smokers there, breeding the shit, reminded me of those hysterical ladies.

When they come to you, it’s one thing. Okay, let's say if we went out on the street, approached any entrance to any building, approached the lighthouse - this is all we go to you in a smoking wagon. Let it be. But when it smells in the apartment, what do you think of it, hysteric? That we did not come to our apartment, but to the apartment of a smoker?