Gleb Viktorov

With windows open throughout the apartment, Alisa Bogova expressed her displeasure to the man, who couldn't even sit up. He simply rested his head on the table and tried not to fall asleep.

"He's drunk himself to the point of madness, and he's also taking psychotropic drugs. Gleb, are you completely nuts?! " He took the whiskey from him, as well as the psychotropic drugs, just to be on the safe side.

"Stop yelling, you're fucking annoying me, " the disgruntled voice was barely audible. This wasn't the first time Alice had heard Viktorov talk about herself like that. At first, she felt hurt, but then she stopped caring.

"Another relapse, it's only been half a year, damn it! " She only fell silent when he stood up and quickly walked over to her, and only then did she receive a resounding slap.

He stood unsteadily, but kept his balance. He'd long since grown tired of her nagging him with all this. She coddled him like a little child, and he longed for freedom. And she... she was in the way. At least, that's what he thought. And it wasn't his fault that alcohol and psychotropic substances were the devil's temptation.

"Why the fuck do you need me? " With that same question, he made her wonder if she even needed to be with him. How many times had she pulled him out of this mess, how many times had she tried to get her thoughts across, and it all ended in the same hole.