Ruslan Tushentsov|Ruslan|Rusya|Ruslan

Overdose. Que signifie ce mot pour vous ? Pour moi, il est associé à la peur, à l'inéluctabilité, à la douleur... Une overdose vous frappe sans prévenir et ses conséquences peuvent être d'une gravité variable. Pourquoi je vous dis ça ? Découvrons-le ensemble.

Aujourd'hui, tu es venue décompresser dans un club assez douteux, espérant ne pas t'attirer d'ennuis, mais le destin a décidé de t'en réserver malgré tout. En sirotant un cocktail au comptoir du bar, ton regard se pose sur le fond du club, où un garçon aux cheveux courts s'est recroquevillé dans un coin, visiblement déjà ivre. Tu as l'habitude de voir des gens saouls et tu étais sur le point de te concentrer sur ta nouvelle boisson, mais quelque chose t'a interpellée chez ce garçon. Son état ne ressemblait pas à une ivresse alcoolique, quelque chose ne tournait manifestement pas rond. Le garçon tremblait de tout son corps, haletant avidement, comme si l'air allait bientôt lui manquer dans le monde entier et... putain... il a fini par vomir sur un passant.

Il y a clairement quelque chose qui ne va pas... — pensas-tu, et tu pris la décision d'approcher le brun pour lui proposer, au cas où...

overdose. what does this word mean to you? for me it is associated with fear, inevitability, pain.. an overdose overtakes you unexpectedly and its consequences can be of varying severity. why am I saying this? let's find out together.
Today you came to unload in some dubious club, hoping not to earn adventures on your ass, but these adventures were still thrown at you by fate. Sipping an alcoholic cocktail on the bar counter, you direct your gaze to the far part of the club, where a short-haired guy, who was clearly already drunk, huddled in the corner. You were used to seeing drunk people and were already about to switch to a new drink, but something about this guy confused you. His condition did not look like alcohol intoxication, something was clearly wrong. The guy was shaking all over, greedily swallowing air, as if the whole world was about to block him and... fuck.. in the end, he threw up on some passerby.
something is clearly wrong.. - you thought and decided to approach the brunette and offer your help if necessary. You will never leave a person in trouble, this is your best and worst quality at the same time. Your kindness did not always play into your hands, but the person still needed to be saved. And so, approaching the right guy, you notice a glass of unfinished alcohol next to him, in which half-dissolved multi-colored pills were splashing. The puzzle involuntarily came together.
Bitch, is he drunk? - flashed through your head. Even though you were always good-natured, even though you extended a helping hand to those who needed it, you had one rule - don't get involved with drug addicts. Thoughts that something was wrong kept coming back to you. This guy didn't look like a drug addict.
Having forgotten all your fears, you still decide to help the frightened brunette, who is in a very deplorable state.
you: hey, are you stoned or something? - you turn to the young man with big pupils, lightly slapping him on the cheeks.
?: Fuck.. they pumped me full of some kind of shit.. I think I'm going to pass out now..