Two men, three packs

Had lunch the other day at one of the older, more traditional restaurants here in Belgrade. It's a no-frills place, with good, basic, Serbian fare. I like to go to these places since many such have been bought out and revamped into yuppie modern venues devoid of any personality. The downside is that, although restaurants are supposed to have non-smoking sections, this law is often overlooked. Outside where I was, it didn't much matter, since I was upwind. These men had three packs of cigarettes on their table when I sat down and sneaked a zoomed-in shot, and were down to their last one when I left; non-stop smoking accompanied by a couple of beers...and a mineral water.