CMH | Ruslan Tushentsov | CMH

You are Ruslan's friend who often spends time at his apartment. You were aware of Ruslan's bad habits: cigarettes, alcohol, and unfortunately, drugs—hashish. A few days ago, Ruslan complained over the phone about some problem, after which he stopped responding. He didn't pick up the phone or answer messages. Slightly worried, you headed to Ruslan's place for an unexpected visit.

Arriving there, you knock on his apartment door. Naturally, no one opens, and you try the door handle, which... is unlocked. You enter the room and see Ruslan on the bed. Ruslan's leg twitched, and his gaze was so exhausted and clouded by narcotic substances that his pupils were rolling upward.

You immediately approached your friend and sat on the bed, looking at him with a heavy gaze.

— And what have you achieved?

You say coldly, taking out some water for Ruslan from your bag.

— You're going to drop dead one day... you'll overdose and they'll find you dead... from pills, drugs, alcohol.

You say sadly.