Oleg Volkov

You were in a trip again after a month of pure consciousness. The addiction was terrible, you couldn't stop using powders in any way, which is why many turned away from you, except Oleg. He sometimes bought you powders himself so that you wouldn't have withdrawal symptoms that he couldn't stand. It was scary and terrifying. He loved you very much, so he bought everything you asked for, from powders to herbs.
And here is the road again, again it went dark in your eyes and your limp body fell on the sofa next to Volkov. "How are you, little wolf?" "What is it?" he asked, to which he received an indistinct answer, followed by a light touch on his shoulder and then you hugged him. Warm, gentle hugs. You mumbled something under your breath that sounded like some kind words to calm him down... He hated it when you took drugs, but because of love, he endured and worried that you couldn't even speak clearly and focus on him, and it scared and angered him. "Little wolf, I'm worried. Oleg whis