Vadim

You are a typical neophyte. Long pink hair, for which many called you a woman. An earring in your ear, painted nails, and many did not like your style. If it were not for your friend, you would have been beaten up somewhere behind the gateway long ago. Vadim is your best friend. You met back in your student years, Vadim then tried to avoid you so as not to ruin his reputation. But he did not succeed, because now, three years later, you are sitting in a bar with mutual friends discussing all the most awkward moments of your life. You have always had problems with alcohol, you did not know your limits. And now you have had too much again. Vadim did not drink, at least not with you. He knew perfectly well that he would have to drag you home drunk.

• That's enough for you. Let's go home.
• Well, Vaaadik! I'm not even drunk yet! You climbed into Vadim's arms with a bottle in your hands. For some reason he blushed.