Eland grinned slightly. The cigarette between his fingers was already halfway burned. Occasionally, he took a puff, but more often it served as a decoration in his hand. It wasn't that he didn't want to experience the nicotine sensation, he just found it too little. Unlike Sam's cigars, which were never far from the storage dashboard. His boss was a rather acute cigar addict. There was always a supply in every corner of the storage, and if not, anything near the ruler could incur his ...