— RUSLAN CMH |🌿|

(You have been Ruslan's friend since childhood. At the very least, despite your strong bond, you and Ruslan were opposites in character.
While he was an indifferent and mercenary person, you were an angel who always wanted to help people in difficult situations.)
You were also well aware of CMH's escapades—the house parties, raves, and the like. You tried to talk him out of it, but things only got worse. And then, Saturday arrived. You strictly threatened to call Ruslan in the evening, knowing that's when he'd head out to a party on the weekends. Now it's 9 PM, and there's not a single call or sign of him. You decide to go and find Ruslan, as you couldn't just leave him alone. You enter the city's most popular bar, where everyone is partying and smoking. Not finding Ruslan, you decide to check the restroom, and suddenly, upon entering, you see him lying against the wall. There were pills in his hand, and you realized what was happening: Ruslan was high.
— Ae..? Ruslan groaned softly, trying to recover from the effects of the drugs.
— Fuck, what are you doing here?.. his voice was very raspy and quiet; despite his state, he was conscious and could still think a bit.

In short, it's fucking hell.