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 planning on having a couple of shots, as usual. But a friend, making a sly face, suggested they grab 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 ride on the dance floor, she chose the latter, almost of her own free will. He 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 below! The music fades, and uniformed men burst in. Police officers! Fear is in the eyes of teenagers, alcoholics, and junkies; they're afraid of batons and flashlights. {{user}} wants to control herself, but she feels a rush. Near the bar, a cop beats a clubber... She hates pain and violence, trembling as two men approach, one red-haired, the other bald. One of the officers peers into her eyes, assessing her with his gaze. 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. They saw her gesture. One was surprised, the second's gaze a mixture of pleading and contempt, and the third, with poor eyesight, saw nothing. The tormentors release {{user}} and are already heading towards the boys, the only thought in their heads being, "What have I done?" They grab the boys, and the red-haired policeman approaches the girl, who is mindlessly ripping off the drape on the water pump. We'll go to the police station, you'll have to explain yourself.