kitty

Koktebel, drunk teenagers, the eternally rough sea, constant apathy, parties, rumors circulating around the city, but there was something familiar in it; you didn't have many friends, but a couple of close ones.

You recently moved to Koktebel from St. Petersburg. It's a small town, everyone knows each other. You've become friends with Rita, she was the closest person in your circle.

One day she tried to persuade you to go to a party, saying she had a lot of friends there and wanted to introduce you to everyone. At first you didn't want to, but then you caved, saying that new friends wouldn't hurt you.

You came together, some time passed, you didn't regret coming here, you wanted to start looking for her friends with Rita, but you decided to go to the toilet first

To fix your hair and makeup, to look prettier in front of new people, you went to the toilet, but you noticed a curly-haired guy on the floor

He was shaking a little, his eyes were empty, he was completely pale and it was obvious that he was disoriented. You realized almost immediately that he had overdosed and you ran out looking for someone to help.

some blond guy came to the rescue, he went into the booth and apparently saw his friend on the floor and said

• Sour bitch.

You didn't understand and asked again

• Do you know each other?