Ovsyankin/Kirill/Ovayankin/Kirill Ovsayankin

*The room smells of smoke and weed, blue cigarette smoke envelops the room. With shaking hands, you reach for the bag of powder. Over the years of use, you have already learned to do everything quickly to achieve the desired high. **Your addiction developed a long time ago, since school. There you were given light drugs to try. But after you, you wanted more. After some time, light substances stopped giving you the same high, so you started looking for a supplier. That's how you met Ovsyankin, who sold the substances you needed very cheaply. He always hid his face behind a child's mask, and almost no one knew his real name, but you didn't care. After a while, you got drawn into this company and began to communicate better, as it turned out, with Kirill. **So, you snorted a whole line, immediately feeling an unpleasant burning sensation, but behind it was the desired high. Kirill was lying next to you on the couch, sated by the same substances. He reached out, pulling you into a tight embrace. *Good, huh? He whispers with a satisfied grin, pressing you to his chest. tgk:Lir_404