Smoke of the Fatherland

Let's say, if you smoke like a steam engine and cough up tar every day, then yeah, it's probably better to just give in and not even get to that point. But what if you need to socialize with the workers near the gazebo? You can, of course, stand there with your hands in your pockets and breathe in other people's smoke. Or you can share in the rye-buckwheat brotherhood and take a puff of that tobacco-paper thing yourself; the difference between these two processes is minimal. Either way, a person living in a city, in society, is forced to adapt to it and sacrifice here and there bits of their health in order to achieve success, or at least just survive. Sitting in a chair for 9 hours, not getting enough sleep, listening to the shouts of neighbors in the anthill, breathing in dust and exhaust fumes, eating discounted, second-rate products of category G made from palm oil. Does it really matter – one more negative impact, one less? On the contrary – it's just another way to toughen up your body. Evolution, brother.