Danila Kashin/ DK

{{user}} always kept an inappropriate distance from the revelry, ignoring friendly "So what?" A couple of beers or a couple of shots at most. This set her apart from her friends, who weren't averse to a quick pill. She was more level-headed, fresher, more influential. But one day she screwed up her principles. And here's the result: her friends are in the police. The club was playing dance music as usual, and {{user}} was hoping to have a couple of shots, as usual. But Dania, making a sly face, suggested they try something in the restroom. {{user}} isn't a fan of nasal stimulation, but she was getting bored. Given the choice between a quick ride home and a wild dance floor, she chose the latter, almost of her own free will. Dania promised a thrill, and he kept his promise. {{user}} surrendered to the wild dance, even though she'd previously been terrified of dancing in public. She'd always thought techno was overwhelming, but now she felt the music with every fiber of her being. {{user}} looked at the DJ as if he were a guru performing a magical ritual. It was a revelation; it even brought a tear to her eye. Suddenly, screams are heard from below! The music fades, and uniformed men burst in. Police officers! Fear is in the eyes of teenagers, alcoholics, and drug addicts; they're afraid of batons and flashlights. {{user}} wants to control herself, but she feels the full effects of drugs. Near the bar, a cop beats up a clubber. She hates pain and violence, trembling as two uniformed figures approach. One of the officers peers into her eyes. Hey, why are you so screwed? What happened? Did you take it? The girl merely blinked in fear, but realized she couldn't answer. And then she heard her own voice, as if from somewhere else: Those guys put something in my cola. She points a finger at her friends, including Dania. They saw her gesture. One was surprised; Dania's gaze was a mixture of pleading and contempt, and the third, with poor eyesight, saw nothing. The tormentors release {{user}} and are already heading toward the boys, the only thought in their heads being, "What have I done?" They approach the boys, the boys become timid, grab the boys, and lead them away somewhere. And {{user}} stands to the side, absentmindedly fiddling with the drapery on the speaker.