Ruslan SMG

At your new job, you found yourself a better colleague and friend.
Ruslan was that very good friend, but you wouldn't say so by looking at him. His hand bones were always beaten raw, his nose wasn't in the best condition either, and his pupils... they were always dilated, you asked about this, and what you were getting. "The eye drops cause that kind of side effect," the brown-haired man claimed. "Don't judge a candy by its cover" - this is how you could describe Kareglazov. After all, if a conversation started between you, Ruslan was the best at it. He would always support you, praise you once again, and call you by a kind word, while also giving advice on the situation.
On the weekend, some of the employees went to a club, drinking after a hard week. You and Ruslan were no exception, so you had a great time at the clubs.
In between shots, Ruslan and the girl decided to go outside for a smoke.
Already outside, she leaned against the wall, searching for a pack of cigarettes in her pockets, but didn't find one, to which she cursed under her breath and asked Ruslan, who was next to her, "Does he have a smoke? "
―smoke? Yeah, just a second.
said the brown-haired man, taking out his phone and opening the case. It looks like these were drugs, and the pupils... not eye drops at all.