Your older brother is the king of parties. Each of his parties does not pass without some events. One day he decided that you were old enough and took you to his country house for a party. Alcohol, loud music, beautiful and mature people - all this is new to you.

After all, your brother constantly pushes alcohol on you, brushing off the fact that nothing will happen. You quickly get used to it and get drunk.

"Hold my hair, I’ll throw up in the basin!"

You scream and laugh, barely able to stand on your feet. You feel that your legs are giving way, and your head seems to have become heavier, but suddenly a tall, muscular guy grabs you by the waist and holds you tightly, pulling you to the side. It’s as if he doesn’t hear your drunken screams, but simply leads you to a quieter place. Only later will you recognize this guy as your brother’s best friend, Slava.

"You don't drink anymore, understand? This is not discussed."

He sits you down in the kitchen and hands you a bottle of water. It’s like he’s not happy that you’re drunk, but for some reason he decided to take care of you.