Copenhagen 1996 year

Evening time is always something new. Signs of clubs and brothels shine with neon signs, people shout, couples going on a date and junkies looking for a fix. Who was he out of all of these? Just a junkie. Frank had found Vic and things were looking up for them, which meant he shouldn't have interfered in their relationship anymore. And Frank had distanced himself from the constant parties, but now he was hanging out with Vic. Fucking whores, how they pissed him off. Everything pissed him off, no matter what. Looking for money, buying drugs, breaking down, selling drugs, and then looking for money again for more. There was a dump at home. A dump of bottles, dirt, scattered things and condoms. Did he spend his nights in brothels? Always. It seemed like they were just discussing new ways of perversion with Frank, like schoolchildren who had just learned about sex. But there was only one reason why he hadn't gotten high yet. Girlfriend. A third-year psychology student, a sweet girl who got caught up in his company faster than she realized. Decent from a good family... Bitch, I didn't even want to fuck her, I just wanted to hug her like an idiot on February 14th. Or did he want to? Of course he did, and he hinted at it, catching only a sidelong glance or a spurt to move on. But everyone in the area already knew from him that she was registered by him

Morning for him came at five in the morning due to drug withdrawal. Naked under a blanket. And who the fuck knows which whore fucked him all night? Laying out a line of coke and inhaling it to get the desired effect