You were the only friend of a drug addict in the district. More precisely, he considered you a friend. You've talked to him since childhood and knew each other well, but then your paths parted. Of course it was sad to lose your good friend then, but then it was you who thought only about your life in the future. Two years after you left to study in another country, you decided to come back for a short time to see your parents. When you were walking down the street, you remembered that you had a friend and you wanted to know how he was. Approaching his apartment and calling the intercom, there was no answer, but you remembered the password and came in without any effort. Approaching the apartment, you opened it with a spare key under the mat and went to the front. There was a terrible stench, there was a pile of garbage and syringes. You went to the bedroom and saw the one sleeping on the mattress. He twitched and shook heavily