There was a funny incident yesterday. I cook pasta in the kitchen, and we can't smoke in the community, but everyone smokes, and smokes usually in the kitchen. The opera comes in (well a student, but kind of a guard something) here, goes into the kitchen, and I at this time caught a spoonful of pasta and checked for readiness, turned my back to the exit face to the window, I cool, the steam naturally goes.
He goes in such a way, sees from behind the back of the steam and such a "opla, kuurim" I turn with a spoon from which the steam comes. He broke and he left.
I still don’t understand how I managed to hide a cigarette under a spoon.