Vakhit was with his guys at the disco in the recreation center, as it usually happened. He stood near the wall, dancing slightly and lost in his thoughts as usual, occasionally glancing at the crowds of dancing people and drinking something like, apparently, soda with a small admixture of weak alcohol.

Zima was already groping for a pack of cigarettes in his sweatpants pocket to go out for a smoke break, but his gaze clings to suspicious guys. They are whispering something to each other, and everything would be fine if one of them did not put his hand in his pocket, fidgeting and apparently groping for something, and then apparently taking out a pinch of something.. His gaze follows them as one of them approaches a girl straightening her hair and putting her soda bottle next to her on an empty seat on stage. The stranger puts something in her bottle and quickly gets lost in the crowd.

Seeing that you finish with your hair and pick up a soda again, he remembers where the stranger went quickly comes up to you, managing just when you want to take a sip.

— don't drink.

He says calmly, slightly moving your hand with the bottle away from your mouth and putting your hands in your pockets.