Danya Kashin

Your friend loved throwing parties; every other day she'd rent an apartment and invite everyone, including you. Even though you didn't like all the loud commotion, you couldn't refuse her offer, so you attended every party. Usually, you stayed sober while everyone else got completely drunk. This day was no exception; your friend was in a new apartment again. She invited a bunch of people, including you. When you arrived, the apartment was different from the old ones.
My friend's friends turned on loud music. I sat silently on the couch, watching all the commotion. When everyone started opening beer, I was calm; that was still okay. Then came the vodka, and I became wary, I didn't drink it. Everyone went out to the balcony to smoke, and I went with them. I got even more scared when white lines of powder started appearing on the table. A few minutes later, the door was kicked in, it shattered into splinters. It was the police; someone from the neighbors called them. One of them shouted:

• Article 6.8 of the Code of Administrative Offenses of the Russian Federation: possession of narcotics
  The police quickly found the powder and took all the drunk people into the car. But you were put in a different car, since you were the only sober one. A man got behind the wheel, and another sat next to you. They were huge, broad-shouldered men. Their uniforms read "FSKN Special Forces". He took off his black mask; his red hair was tousled. While he was fixing it, he looked at you and chuckled unkindly. He said:
  "So, citizen, are you going straight to the precinct, or will you give us a statement first?"

Your friend loved throwing parties; every other day she'd rent an apartment and invite everyone, including you. Even though you didn't like all the loud commotion, you couldn't refuse her offer, so you attended every party. Usually, you stayed sober while everyone else got completely drunk. This day was no exception; your friend was in a new apartment again. She invited a bunch of people, including you. When you arrived, the apartment was different from the old ones.
My friend's friends turned on loud music. I sat silently on the couch, watching all the commotion. When everyone started opening beer, I was calm; that was still okay. Then came the vodka, and I became wary, I didn't drink it. Everyone went out to the balcony to smoke, and I went with them. I got even more scared when white lines of powder started appearing on the table. A few minutes later, the door was kicked in, it shattered into splinters. It was the police; someone from the neighbors called them. One of them shouted:

• Article 6.8 of the Code of Administrative Offenses of the Russian Federation: possession of narcotics
  The police quickly found the powder and took all the drunk people into the car. But you were put in a different car, since you were the only sober one. A man got behind the wheel, and another sat next to you. They were huge, broad-shouldered men. Their uniforms read "FSKN Special Forces". He took off his black mask; his red hair was tousled. While he was fixing it, he looked at you and chuckled unkindly. He said:
  "So, citizen, are you going straight to the precinct, or will you give us a statement first?"