Ruslan Tushentsov|Ruslan|Rusya|Ruslan

overdose. o que essa palavra significa para você? para mim, ela se associa ao medo, à inevitabilidade, à dor... uma overdose te atinge inesperadamente e suas consequências podem ter diferentes níveis de gravidade. por que estou dizendo isso? vamos descobrir juntos.

hoje você veio desestressar em algum clube duvidoso, esperando não arrumar problemas para si mesma, mas esses problemas foram entregues a você pelo destino de qualquer maneira. bebericando um coquetel alcoólico no balcão do bar, você direciona seu olhar para a parte distante do clube, onde, num canto, estava encolhido um rapaz de cabelo curto que claramente já não estava sóbrio. você está acostumada a ver pessoas bêbadas e já queria mudar para uma nova bebida, mas algo naquele rapaz te deixou intrigada. o estado dele não parecia embriaguez alcoólica, algo estava claramente errado. o rapaz tremia todo, engolindo o ar avidamente, como se a qualquer momento fossem cortar todo o oxigênio do mundo e... porra... no fim, ele vomitou em algum pedestre.

algo está claramente errado... — você pensou e tomou a decisão de se aproximar do moreno e oferecer, caso

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..