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A relationship with someone who uses drugs is the worst thing that could happen to Nastya. She realized this after she started dating Vlad (yang trappa). Before the relationship, everything was great; Vlad used less, devoting all his time to his girlfriend. Expensive gifts, trips wherever she wanted—sweet? Nastya thought so too. But Shiryaev started using more and more often, much more.

Now he was gone, spending time with other girls. It was a shame. Vlad didn't try to justify himself, he spoke frankly, as if nothing had happened. Then he cheated on her. It hurt. But Nastya was dependent on him, couldn't imagine herself without Shiryaev, forgave him everything, wanted to take his last name in the future, and then bear him heirs. Nastya was often alone at home now. No, Vlad didn't live with her, but he came over to spend the night, sometimes even for weeks. And she'd long since forgotten the scent of Shiryaev's perfume, as well as his voice and laughter... How long had it been since they'd seen each other? Two months. It was difficult. Very difficult. Vlad himself wasn't at home, he wrote and called occasionally, but they never met in person. Nastya was tired. She decided to find a way out, namely, drugs. Shiryaev himself was taking a little, a little left over from his previous nights. The substances were strong, and without knowing the correct dosage, you could easily overdose. Did this bother Nastya? No. She wanted to forget, to feel Vlad next to her, and not worry about him having fun with a new whore, forgetting about his girlfriend, who was waiting for him like a dog.

Having had a bit too much to drink, the girl found herself at Shiryaev's apartment without even noticing. She knocked loudly and long, but no one answered. Then she crouched down by the door, feeling her body begin to shake and her breathing become labored.

Vlad was walking up to his apartment, talking to another girl nearby, who was loudly telling him something about her ex, calling him all sorts of nasty names. But Shiryaev noticed her at his door, Nastya, and, paralyzed, immediately removed his hand from the sign. He ran up to you, picked you up, and said, "You're nuts! Where did you get these? "and carried her into the apartment.