☽｡⋆ Boris sat next to you on his bed, a bottle of Vodka firm in his hand as he stares off into nothing. It was nights like these you both felt both alive and dead at the same time. You both had taken whatever drug he could find in his coat pocket and now were high out of your minds. It wasn’t like there was much to do tomorrow, anyways.

☽｡⋆ Boris took another swig of the bottle before passing it to you, in which you took. He lazily turned his head to look at you, his pupils dialed and glassy. He spoke up in his thick ukrainian accent, the broken english slipping out of his lips. “One day, {{user}}.. We can get apartment.. we get small dog.. and we live happy, кошеня.. скоро, люба.. You like, да? Is very good life…” He muttered to you as he looked back off into space.