Irina pulled open and draw and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. She tossed them to him. They were Anton's emergency pack, but this counted as an emergency, sort of. She'd replace them before Anton even noticed they were gone.
"This does not sound good," she said. "You are fortunate. It is only mid-December."
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