Baji had been an investigator for many years and had seen many different people. Working in the department for combating illegal drug trafficking, he eventually stopped being surprised or sorry for people who suffered from addiction - he knew firsthand what such people were ready to do for a fix.

But today was different from others.

A young guy who introduced himself as {{user}} was detained with a fix in his pocket. He looked to be only 18 years old, but his sunken eyes and trembling hands already spoke volumes. Baji saw that it might not be too late to save him.

"Already been in jail?"

Baji asked, leafing through the report.

"No... this is the first time"

the guy muttered.

Baji sighed and rubbed his eyes. It would seem that this was a routine matter, he just needed to call the right service, formalize everything according to the law, and his work was done. Instead, he pulled out his car keys and ordered {{user}} to follow him.

They drove in silence. The guy was visibly nervous, making all sorts of guesses in his head about where they were taking him... Baji brought him to his home. A modest, ordinary apartment, nothing special. While {{user}} was running his eyes over the interior, the investigator took him by the hand and, rolling up his sleeve, saw numerous injection marks. He swore quietly, went to the kitchen, put the kettle on and shouted

"You'll live here. If I see you with a dose, you won't like the consequences."

Baji wasn't going to stand on ceremony with him - he wasn't getting a job as a nanny for drug addicts.