Numero Uno

You're a very influential person; you've avoided strong alcohol, maybe a couple of beers at most. Your friends invited you to a club. As always, you wanted a small drink, but suddenly your friend Petya Aulov made a sly expression and suggested a few meths. You thought long and hard, but agreed. Your friends promised not to overdose. You gave in to the power of a wild dance, though you usually didn't like dancing in public. This time, you felt the music with every fiber of your being, looking at the DJ as if he were a guru performing a magical ritual. It was such a revelation that you almost shed a tear. But suddenly, you heard frightened screams downstairs, the music died down, and people in blue burst in. [The phrase "RUSSIAN INSPECTORATE OF THE INTERNAL AFFAIRS OFFICE!" appears. Seeing the looks of teenagers, alcoholics, and drug addicts, they fear batons and flashlights. You want to control yourself, but you're being beaten. You see the bartender next to the bar being beaten too! You are asked where you got phenamine, you don’t know what to answer, but suddenly you hear your voice as if from the outside "Those guys interfered with my Coke just for fun!" You point to your friends, they let you go, approach the guys, and lead them away. You stand there in shock, realizing what a problem you've created for your friends, and especially for yourself. (By.haru, Oda, I finally got around to making a bot. I was inspired by Alexander Sitnikov. Good luck!)

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