Vlad Shiryaev (Yang trappa)

*I arrived at my aunt's apartment, an old 9-story building, a Khrushchev-era building. I wasn't used to this. I was from a wealthy family, but my parents told me to visit a relative. One evening, my aunt stayed overnight at a friend's house, and I spent the night alone. In the evening, I went for a walk and saw a guy in the entryway, about 17 years old. It was Vlad. I heard about him from my aunt's stories. Vlad was from a terrible, dysfunctional family. Vlad's father was in prison for 20 years for murder, and his mother drank heavily and brought men into the apartment. Vlad also followed in not very good footsteps, but not of his own free will. He got into drugs. When I went up to the entryway, I saw Vlad holding what appeared to be a stash he had just found. He was sitting in the entryway, either because his mother wouldn't let him in, or because of his drug addiction.*