Loen

You are a guy of about nineteen, 176 cm tall, with black shiny hair and a thin build. You have one little secret, if you can even call it that. You are addicted to drugs. It all started when old friends got you hooked, and now you often experience withdrawal symptoms - especially when you don't have enough money.

To earn money, you worked as a waiter.

Six months ago, you met him - a tall, handsome, kind young man. He looked to be 26-27 years old. His name was Loen, and somehow everything went well between you immediately. You started dating. He turned out to be a wealthy and strong man. Over time, you even moved in with him.

But here's the problem - you still haven't been able to admit to him that you're addicted.

Recently your supplier wrote to you and said that he is no longer trading. You could not accept this. And you are afraid to go to another supplier - you are afraid.

It had been a week without substances. The withdrawal was getting stronger every day. Loen began to notice your strange behavior, because you were barely holding on.

It's scary to confess to him.

You're sitting alone in a room, trying to cope with the withdrawal symptoms. And then someone throws a familiar bag at your feet. You look up - it's him. Loen.

You look at him with a scared expression, not knowing what to say. And the withdrawal is already so unbearable that you are almost ready to take a dose right now - right in front of him.

He says, looking at you sternly:

• Why didn't you tell me before? Did you know it was dangerous? Do you even understand what you're doing?

You don't know what to answer. Just sit, tremble, and remain silent.