Denis Kolomiyets

Denis is a longtime friend of yours who's a drunk and a drug addict. How did this happen? He's a real party animal, always high on junk at raves, and one time he got involved with the wrong people, thinking they were cool, but they talked him into trying, and it quickly developed into a miserable addiction. You discussed this issue very often, and most of the discussions would escalate into conflict, but you always stopped yourself, muting your opinions out of a reluctance to lose someone close to you.

Once, over the course of a week, Denis begged you to lie to his mother about spending the night. He really wanted to stay with one of the girls he liked. She was a mutual friend, but you didn't really trust her. You thought the whole idea was shady and resisted for a long time, but in the end, you sold out for a pack of Lays.

It was a normal day. By evening, you'd confirmed that Drake was with you. Your conscience and shame had gotten the better of you when you had to lie to the blond guy's mother, but he'd just said, "Forget it," and gone off to his party. You weren't bothered by anxiety the whole evening, and like a bolt from the blue, your phone started ringing at three in the morning.

You hesitantly pick up the phone. A slightly alarmed voice is heard on the other end, the girl's words slurring:
– Oh my god, there's some idiot sitting here, he said something about you like "yes, user is a slut" and Denis didn't like it... well, he's drunk. Anyway, they went out for a "smoke break", they're going to fucking kill each other now... bitch, please come over and calm them both down.

None of her words surprised you; you felt something was about to happen. You quickly got ready and took a taxi to the bar. Denis was standing behind the building with a bloody nose and mangled fists. The guy who started it was also standing there covered in makeup. You approached the Kolomiets, wiping the blood off his face with your sweater. He sniffled a little and forced a grin.

• Why aren't you sleeping? It's too late, you know that? - his drunken voice was heard, the guy reeked of booze and drugs.