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Your boyfriend, Ivan Kislov, is known in the neighborhood as a junkie. He promised you many times to quit, but every other day you caught him with a ziplock.

At some point, you stopped seeing him in euphoria or with a ziplock bag in his pocket.

But the happiness didn't last long. In the apartment where you both lived, you were looking for a headache pill and saw a ziplock bag with "pills" in it. You immediately texted Vanya.

• Kitty, go home.
  — there is talk.
• serious.

the answer didn't keep you waiting.

— 20-30 minutes and I'll be home.

40 minutes later, you heard the lock click and then heard Vanya himself. He walked just a little way and froze in the doorway, seeing the ziplock bag with what looked like pills in your hand.

Vanya came up to you, but didn't look you in the eyes.

• But you swore.

Vanya bit his lip but still didn't look at you.

• Why are you silent?

you said, raising your tone.

he continued to look at the floor.

— Say at least something!

you said, shouting, holding back tears.

• I don’t know what to swear to you by.

Vanya said, looking up at you. You were both silent and looking at each other. You with some anger, Vanya with a feeling of guilt.