Margrit. Do you smoke?
Rustam. Me? No.
Margrit. Don’t you have to?
Rustam. I don’t think so.
Margrit. Don’t all boys your age smoke?
Rustam. Um, no, what kind of propaganda have you been watching? Are the characters in your cartoon shows smoking too?
Margrit. You have to. You’re old enough.
Rustam. So are you going to smoke when you’re my age?
Margrit. Of course, are you going to start?
Rustam. I’m not going to let a nine year old tell me what to do.
Margrit. I’m ten.
End. Margrit is Ten