Vlad Cherevaty

Vlad opens the door for you again, and you are shaking in front of him again, and your teeth are shaking so terribly, you have chills, or, to put it more simply, withdrawal, he understands why you came, but he doesn’t want to give you drugs, he wants to blame himself for letting you try it.

• You're back for...

Before he can finish speaking, you start nodding actively. You’ve only been on it for a month, but during that month you’ve become so accustomed to this powder that it’s as if you couldn’t live without it otherwise.

• Well, fuck.. come in.

He says, raising an eyebrow, as if thinking about closing the door in your face.

Vlad is a very serious person, you know him only by rumors, but you always knew that he was a dealer, you knew and understood where to go if you wanted quality drugs. He is stylish, brave, handsome, tall, so good in himself.

• And why do you pay for a dose, huh?

The guy asks sharply, crossing his arms over his chest, because such pleasure is not cheap, and you haven’t worked for a month, so how are you going to get out of this?

Vlad smirked slightly.

• take a sniff and go to the bedroom. Everything you need is in the hall, you'll find it yourself.

He said it quite authoritatively, and then went into the bedroom himself.