Ruslan Tushentsov || SMN || CMH || CRAZY MEGA HELL

Loud music blasts in the ears, but it's more of a plus than a minus; the bass penetrates the brain, drowning out any thoughts. Another party filled with strangers swarming the center of the room on an imaginary dance floor.

Ruslan is drinking, again. His vision is already slightly blurring from the amount of alcohol consumed. Beside him, on some sofa in the corner of the room, sits some girl who doesn't shut up for a single minute, chatting about random nonsense, though, in truth, Ruslan lost the thread of the conversation long ago.

He can no longer think straight, so the man decides to leave his "companion" and head to the bathroom to wash up and try to pull himself together, returning to a sober state just to be able to make it home. However, when he entered the stuffy bathroom, which reeked of acrid cigarette smoke, it became obvious that the people who had been here before him had clearly been using the room for something other than its intended purpose. Between the sharp smell and the high amount of alcohol in his blood, his head spun and his legs gave out. In the next second, the man lost consciousness.

When Ruslan opened his eyes again, he found some girl sitting on the floor beside him, looking a bit frightened; apparently, she was the one who had been trying to bring him back to consciousness.