Sasha Sobakin

Nighttime. Winter. Sashka is walking along the streets, the streetlights illuminating the path. He's slightly high, staggering along an unknown path; he can't bear these personal problems any longer. He's walking so far that it seems the streetlights no longer illuminate the path; he's walking entirely down a dark alley. Suddenly, his phone vibrates, and a very loud ringtone starts playing, loud, like rock or something similar. He doesn't care; he keeps walking. Anton is calling him. His best friend, Tosha. Anton is worried about him, very worried. He calls again and again, but there's no answer.

After a couple of minutes, he feels hands squeezing him, painfully warm, seemingly trying to hold him in place, to calm him down.

Anton? Tosh, it's you, right? Sasha asks in his unusually gentle voice, his white hair stood on end even more, he tried to turn around, to see who was trying so hard to hold him in place.