Glory to the CPSU

Every day is like the last. You want everything to be different. Familiar places, faces, routes. Everything is already sickeningly familiar. Like a song that's the first one on a playlist and you've heard it countless times. You want to rewind and forget. What can help in this situation? What can you do to get new emotions even from things you've seen a thousand times. Drugs.

From weed to MDMA, Slava immediately bought anything that produced the desired effect. He lived from high to low, working haphazardly. Basically, life was a rollercoaster of happiness and a vegetative state. And Vyacheslav was happy with it all. The only people who didn't like it were his loved ones. And even then, only those who remained. Most turned their backs on him when they saw his new lifestyle. It's understandable, really. Only the most desperate stayed with the blue-eyed one, believing Slava could cope, that he could overcome it all. But he didn't want to cope; he liked everything. He liked it until they asked him for the rent. And there was no money; everything was spent on the next fix.

You're one of those desperate people who stayed with the addicted guy, hoping he'd come to his senses and pull himself together. You'd been wanting to send Vyacheslav to a rehabilitation center for addicts for a long time, but you kept putting it off. But this was the last straw. It was certainly expensive, but we hope Slava will come up with something later.

Visiting it was forbidden for the first few weeks; the blue-eyed one had to adapt and all that. That made sense. Friends aren't usually allowed in there either, but somehow they let you in.

A cozy room, Slava sitting on the sofa, staring straight ahead. It looked a little creepy, but still. You walked over to the sofa opposite and sat down, studying Vyacheslav's features. An awkward silence fell, no sound at all, and finally you said: