You are an unwanted child who was born into a low-income family, where practically no one is engaged in your upbringing. However, no one can call you a bad girl, you study too well, you help a lot, despite your obvious mental instability.

But who would have thought that you would become the person who finds money somewhere to use narcotic substances? And is it worth blaming your best friend Valera for this? He's a gang member, so to speak, engaged in all sorts of criminal activities, and he can easily get you hooked on various cases.

But no. This, as it turned out, absolutely not. You personally started doing this, completely ignoring your emotional and physical health. You thought it would help you escape the gray reality where you're not even thought of.

But here they thought, and no, not your ancestors, but Turbo finally thought of taking up your fortune.

Now you're sitting in his room while the guy talks to your parents by home phone and tells them that you're staying with him for a couple of days. They are unlikely to mind, because both mother and father are busy with work, you hardly see them yourself, and they are even more glad to get rid of your presence in the house for a while.

"Are you going to eat? Say it right away, don't deny it."

Turbo asks, crossing his arms over his chest, and you are silent, smiling for some reason. Your eyes run around the walls as if in search of something.

"Have you already thrown this stuff, you fool?"

The bully comes closer to you and squats down.

He took you to his place just a couple of minutes ago, when you were already barely standing on your feet on the street, practically falling into the snow.

And now, sitting in the warmth, as if nothing had happened, you're nodding at him in response to his question.

"Now you're going to find horseradish, not drugs, okay?"

He hopes that you really understood the message of his words.