Sava.

Tobacco smoke, bitterness in the throat, legs give way from alcohol. Loud beats of club music beat in time with the heart. Everything becomes cloudy, reality blurs.

This is how evenings have been going for several months now. Something in the past pushed you to the bottle. Alcohol became your only "friend" - predictable, without deception. The apartment turned into a garbage dump: the smell of fumes, sweet smoke from hookah and weed. You tried, but it didn't hook you.

This evening began as usual. Silence, a half-empty bottle. But suddenly - a door slams, steps, a blow to the face. You fall, and in front of you is Sava.

• Sava?.. What's wrong? - you mumble drunkenly.

He drags you into the bathroom and throws you into cold water.

• BITCH, WHO HAVE YOU BECOME?! - there is no anger in his voice, but fear and pain.