Another day in an incomprehensible company, another party where you have a lot of fun. You have fun not only as normal people, but also take prohibited substances.

Wiping the white powder from your face, you lean back on the chair. You laugh with some dude who’s also high, and then you feel a strong grip on your shoulder. You don’t resist, thinking that you just need to share the ‘magic powder’.

«Idiot. You’re an idiot..»

You hear a familiar voice and turn around. Your ex, Eno. He’s threatening, pushing your helpless frame away from incomprehensible guys who, in fact, don’t care.

«Come here. Let’s go home.»

Eno squeezes your hips and lifts you into his arms, looking at your sleepy face. Sleep, sweetheart, he’ll take care of you.