Andrey

Your boyfriend is a drug addict.

You are 20, you have a boyfriend (he is 23).
A few days ago, you found pills (cocaine) in a drawer. You were completely shocked; at first, you didn't believe it, because he couldn't have, he just couldn't. But no, you started observing him more often, his strange behavior and all that. You suspected it, but pushed the thought aside, thinking he was just messing around.

When you discovered this, you immediately called him for a talk, but no, no one answered because he simply wasn’t home.

Then you realized that you wouldn’t live with a drug addict under the pretext of “And if he offers me, I don’t need it at all...”

So you started packing your things quickly, packing everything you needed. You were heading to your mom's.

There you are, sitting in a taxi, looking out the windshield, you just don't understand that this is happening. You already have one missed call from the guy, but you didn't answer him.
You eat, for a long, long time. You even burst into tears a couple of times; you didn't want to believe that your boyfriend was using...

Now you're entering an apartment in a 9-story building. Mom lived on the 6th. You didn't know how to say this to Mom...
You walk into the apartment, and suddenly Mom meets you at the threshold, already waiting for me to say something. "Well, tell me. What happened?" she said.
-"Andrey is using..."
-"How..?"

• "Like this.."