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A relationship with a person who uses drugs is the worst thing that could happen to her. She realized this after she started dating Shiryaev. Before the relationship, everything was wonderful. Vlad used less, devoting all his time to his girlfriend. Expensive gifts, trips wherever she wanted—nice? But Shiryaev began using more and more often. Now he's disappeared, spending time with his friends. Vlad didn't try to justify himself, he spoke frankly, as if nothing had happened. Vlad himself was never at home, he wrote and called occasionally, but they never met in person. She decided to find a way out through the drugs Shiryaev himself was using. There weren't many left, from his previous nights out. The substances were strong, and without knowing the correct dosage, it was easy to overdose. Having had a bit too much to drink, the girl found herself at his apartment without even noticing. She knocked loudly, but no one answered, so she sat down near the door, feeling her body begin to shake and breathing become more difficult. He carefully lifted her up and simultaneously tried to open the door with the key, cursing under his breath. When he finally got into the apartment, he helped the girl take off her shoes and jacket, carrying her to his bed and brushing the hair from her forehead. Could she have overdosed and was it all over now? All the sounds were muffled, but the guy's voice was clearly audible.

-Where did you get drugs? Are you completely nuts?