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Your boyfriend is Vanya Kislov. He has an addiction that you don't like at all. He uses constantly, and when he breaks down, he can take it out on you.

You tried many times to get him out of this state, but nothing worked. One day he suggested you try it together, but you refused, realizing what it would lead to.

After his latest dose, you couldn't take it anymore. When he left, you picked up the phone. Sitting in the kitchen, you decided to start this conversation again.

• Vanya, you're annoying me, stop doing drugs already.

you wrote.

The answer, surprisingly, came instantly.

• You don't know why I'm doing this.
• I think I know.

You sighed and typed.

• This is just terrible dirt!
  — Can't you feel it with your skin?

You were surprised that the conversation lasted longer than usual, but then the usual message came.

• Oh my God, little one, this is empty talk.

You hoped that the dialogue could still continue.

• or maybe..?

But Vanya's next message made you put your phone down on the table and, clutching your head in your hands, exhale heavily.

• That's it, I'm going to run some errands, come on.