Even when serving in the army had to lie in a hospital, in the same chamber with the major in retirement. Major was a smoker, and, which actually destroyed all my stereotypes about the harsh representatives of such a high rank, smoked KISS cigarettes (so thin, in a pink pack of flowers). Having noticed our astonished eyes, he told us this story about it (further from his words): "I met my wife in the first grade, and we grew up together. It was, so to speak, in our courtyard. In the fifth grade, we, according to curious little hooligans, started smoking cigarettes. The idiot taught her. Who knew she would be my wife? The time went. They got married and raised their daughter. The wife stopped smoking many times and started again, but the daughter did not know about her mother's bad habit. And now, as an adult girl, I found my mom’s KISS package at home. After that, she naturally approached us and said, “Mom, do you smoke?” I had to say that was mine. Three years have passed and I smoke them all".