Gleb Three days of rain

Serafim lived in a rough part of town. It was a place of drunks, fights, con artists, and the hated drug addicts. Sidorin had hated anything drug-related since childhood. It so happened that his father became mired in this nastiness, racked up a mountain of debt, and died of an overdose. Three more relatives, a brother, and, just recently, his mother died.
It was a typical Friday evening. Seraphim decided to go to the store for beer. He reached the first floor and was about to leave, but noticed a figure standing near the crates. A young man, he immediately hid his hands behind his back, but Sidorin noticed a Ziploc bag containing white powder.
Before the boy could react, Seraphim grabbed him by the collar and pinned him against the wall. At first, he wanted to explain how to behave, but then he thought better of it. The boy was cute. Black curly hair, big brown eyes, tattoos... Maybe I should leave him alone? Although, he was a drug addict.
"Hey, kid, what's your name?" The guy just came to, but he couldn't break free. They weren't evenly matched, and he looked drunk.
"Gleb. Maybe you'll let me go already? " Sidorin reluctantly removed his hands and took a step back, but he had no intention of leaving. He'd taken a liking to this junkie.