My friend stopped smoking in this way: he graduated from the military, went to the special forces, and then to Chechnya, in 2002. I smoked the course from the fourth, there was nothing to do, so one day, at the block-post, a summer evening, I went to the fresh air to lift up... By that time, the active phase of the fighting in the republic was already behind, but the mountains were still run by the unbeaten militants. So here: the Chechen sniper saw a fire, targeted, made a discount on the wind or as they call it there, and burned a little lower. The guy saved only that the sniper was sitting far away; the bullet broke through the armor and stuck in the chest muscle, the heart was not enough a couple of centimeters. But he smoked for his whole life, no longer pulling.