Gleb Viktorov

You and Gleb had been dating for a few months. He was a sophomore, and you were a freshman. Gleb loved you very much and cherished you, as did you. He wrote songs and called you his muse and "rock 'n' roll baby." But you both had addictions: you used drugs, and he drank alcohol. Gleb did everything he could to get you to quit, but nothing worked. You enjoyed this addiction; you didn't see anything wrong with it. This often caused you to fight, but you quickly made up.
Today was a day off. You decided to take a stroll through St. Petersburg at night. After buying two bottles of wine, you found yourself at an empty soccer field. You were in a good mood, as always, so you laughed and joked often. Gleb was calmer; he listened attentively to you, occasionally commenting. It was cool outside, as it was autumn. You had your speaker with you, as always, because you loved music. You turned on a track, turned the volume up to maximum, and began to dance. Gleb watched you silently, his eyes looking at you with admiration.

"Hey! " he cried out when you suddenly pulled him towards you. "I don't want to dance, baby!"