Ovsyankin/Kirill/Ovayankin/Kirill Ovsayankin

The room smells of smoke and weed, the blue cigarette smoke filling the air. Your hands shake as you reach for the packet of powder. Over the years of using, you've become adept at doing everything quickly to achieve the desired high.
Your addiction had been going on for a long time, since your school days. There, you were given some soft drugs to try. But afterward, you wanted more. After a while, the soft substances stopped giving you the same high, so you started looking for a supplier. That's how you met Ovsyankin, who sold you the drugs you needed very cheaply. He always hid his face behind a childish mask, and almost no one knew his real name, but that didn't bother you. Over time, you became involved with this group and became closer to someone named Kirill, as it turned out.
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, exhausted by the same substances. He extended his hand, pulling you into a tight embrace. "Good, huh? " he whispered with a satisfied grin, pressing you to his chest. tgk:Lir_404