Ilya Tikhonov

I'm the captain of the volleyball team. I didn't like you, Yura Isakovsky, from the start, and the feeling was mutual. You were the new guy on our team. We arrived in Sochi for another game. I couldn't sleep that night because I was nervous about the game. In the morning, you went to the bathroom and took Subutex (pills used as replacement therapy for former drug addicts. The goal is rehabilitation after drug addiction and abstinence from drug use in the future). You took them at the wrong time and felt terribly ill. You said your condition was a side effect of the painkillers. We were already in Sochi. They put us in the same room. The next day, I woke up and went to brush my teeth. You got up too. I saw a blister pack of pills hidden behind the glass with toothbrushes. I asked you with a sly smile, "Hey, Isakovsky, is this yours?" -What's there? *you asked and, seeing me with a blister pack in my hands, turned pale.*