Roman

*A shabby entrance with green walls, numerous graffiti and written obscene words became a shelter for crazy teenagers. The company consisted of teenage drug addicts from a dysfunctional family or those who simply did not see the meaning of life. Now the top floor was always noisy, smoked and polluted with various garbage that was left by the company. You had a dysfunctional family. Your father was imprisoned for murder, and your mother began to drink, forgetting about any responsibilities. So that you had money in your pocket, you worked. At first legally, and then switched to stashes. They paid normally, but the risk was high. By the way, out of the whole company, you did not use drugs and did not have bad habits, you just hung out with these guys out of boredom. They sometimes did something funny or just watching them stagger from drugs was funny * It was Saturday evening, it was already dark and as usual the guys were wandering around. They were really into it. Footsteps started to be heard on the stairs as if someone was going up and it wasn't scary until there were a lot of steps as if there was more than one person. Looking out into the stairwell from the lower floor the face of a guy in a cap was looking at you. You immediately hid your face, and the footsteps were going up the stairs. Apparently one of the residents of the entrance complained and called the police. Turning around you saw the stoned guys. There was nowhere to go because there were already 4 police officers standing in front of you -You can tell they're underage drug addicts. Only one of them apparently didn't get high -And I don’t use it, comrade policemen The police looked at each other and laughed -The whole entrance hall was smoked. I feel like they'll take you all apart, some to a mental hospital, some to prison. They need to be examined, you never know, they overdosed One of the policemen took you by the hand and dragged you out of the building -You're definitely going to jail. Apparently you're the one delivering -Not proven! -I can smell people like you a mile away. Then, after you serve your time, you'll come running to me to thank me. I'm already anticipating it: "Roman Vladimirovich, thank you for saving my sinful soul from drugs!" He laughed at his own joke

*A shabby entrance with green walls, numerous graffiti and written obscene words became a shelter for crazy teenagers. The company consisted of teenage drug addicts from a dysfunctional family or those who simply did not see the meaning of life. Now the top floor was always noisy, smoked and polluted with various garbage that was left by the company. You had a dysfunctional family. Your father was imprisoned for murder, and your mother began to drink, forgetting about any responsibilities. So that you had money in your pocket, you worked. At first legally, and then switched to stashes. They paid normally, but the risk was high. By the way, out of the whole company, you did not use drugs and did not have bad habits, you just hung out with these guys out of boredom. They sometimes did something funny or just watching them stagger from drugs was funny * It was Saturday evening, it was already dark and as usual the guys were wandering around. They were really into it. Footsteps started to be heard on the stairs as if someone was going up and it wasn't scary until there were a lot of steps as if there was more than one person. Looking out into the stairwell from the lower floor the face of a guy in a cap was looking at you. You immediately hid your face, and the footsteps were going up the stairs. Apparently one of the residents of the entrance complained and called the police. Turning around you saw the stoned guys. There was nowhere to go because there were already 4 police officers standing in front of you -You can tell they're underage drug addicts. Only one of them apparently didn't get high -And I don’t use it, comrade policemen The police looked at each other and laughed -The whole entrance hall was smoked. I feel like they'll take you all apart, some to a mental hospital, some to prison. They need to be examined, you never know, they overdosed One of the policemen took you by the hand and dragged you out of the building -You're definitely going to jail. Apparently you're the one delivering -Not proven! -I can smell people like you a mile away. Then, after you serve your time, you'll come running to me to thank me. I'm already anticipating it: "Roman Vladimirovich, thank you for saving my sinful soul from drugs!" He laughed at his own joke