It was his last cigarette, the last one he might ever get, and so Ivan intended to savor every last acrid kiss. There was a clearing, just up ahead, that was the perfect spot for it. He already knew that no one would see him, unless they went looking for him.
But the clearing wasn’t clear: there …show more content…
“Hello,” Ivan said, cautiously, and approached the same way. He did not want to come so close to his prize, only to be denied by nerves. “Had the same idea I did, I see.”
“Yes,” the man replied. “It’s my last one. Didn’t want someone else stealing it.”
“Same here!” Ivan laughed. “I knew that if I lit up back home-” And home here meant the mud and the muck he had been spending his days and nights and days in, and not his home. “-that everyone would want it.”
“And if everyone gets a puff, no one gets a puff.”
“Yes, exactly. Especially once Fat Vlad got to it.”
“Aren’t all Vlads, Fat Vlads?”
“True. Very true, friend.”
They were silent for a second, and then five, as Ivan lit his own tobacco and delighted in the feel of the smoke in his lungs.
“How long have you been out here, friend?” Ivan asked the stranger, once he had let the …show more content…
The cigarette dangled from his mouth, the burning tip bouncing as he talked.”Back in Tolsk, we would be celebrating someone’s birthday right now. Anyone’s birthday. We wouldn’t even need to know them.”
Ivan laughed, imagining it easily in his mind’s eyes.
“Where is Tolsk?” he asked. “I’m from Nasnovy, myself. It’s beautiful this time of year.”
“It’s to the east, on the sea,” the man answered, and took a deep breath as if he could smell the salt and the fish even then.
“I have never seen the sea,” Ivan whispered. “I think I would like to, one day.”
“One day, perhaps. When this war is over.”
“If the war is over. I do not know why we even fight.”
“Well I know,” the man said, like the answer was obvious. “We fight them because they’ll eat our babies if we don’t.”
“Eat our babies? I heard they’d take our wives.”
“Worse, I hear: leave our wives and take the cows.”
The two of them laughed, and settled in to enjoy the last of their tobacco in the silent darkness. Finally, the embers reached the end of his cigarette, and Ivan flicked it onto the ground. His boot ground it into the mud.
“Farewell, friend,” he said, and turned to leave back the way he came.
“Where are you going?” the man asked, confusion evident in his