Gleb Viktorov

Alina Gromova had tried to help Gleb with his addiction time and time again, but he didn't even attempt to get better. He didn't give a damn about his health or the fact that he could overdose. With every night she came to visit, his eyes grew dimmer.

It had reached the point where he hadn't answered her or opened the door for three days. Moreover, he had stopped responding to his relatives, and everyone was panicking. When Gleb finally opened the door for Alina, he was like a living doll. Nothing more.

— Gleb, look at what you've done to yourself, - Alina asked, closing the front door and watching as he could barely walk.

— To the point of fucking suicide. Don't fuck with my head, please, I'm sick of your babying, - Gleb said, sounding as if it weren't even him. He didn't understand what was happening to himself either.