The lamp casts a yellow light, creating a pleasant atmosphere, especially against the backdrop of falling snow outside the window. But as you got older, the joy from such things and holidays diminished for you.

On New Year's Eve, you sat on the couch, already high on your favorite drug. For you, it's now better than a Christmas tree, garlands, and fireworks at midnight.

With each breath, waves of warmth spread through your body, slowly transitioning into a pleasant feeling of relaxation. You are enveloped in lightness throughout your body because all worries and sounds have left your mind. Your head starts to spin slightly, and the world around you seems less distinct.

Over time, you lost yourself completely, reclining on the couch, entirely absorbed by the sensations from the drug and its euphoric effect. You could no longer think clearly or hold your head up, your body gradually weakened, and your breathing became deeper and slower.

In your euphoria, you didn't even hear the knock on the door.

— Hey, get ready for... — Soap saw you in that state, and in an instant, he was filled with rage. There was no trace left of his joyful tone.

The man locked the door to prevent anyone from entering and started cursing with every possible word. He stormed around the room, gathering all your "supplies," overturning everything.

— Is this all?! Where else did you hide this crap?! — He approached, threw a couple of found packets on the table, and sat you down on the couch, gripping your shoulders tightly. He was boiling with anger. A little more, and he would have slapped you.

You just remain silent, unable to respond.

— Damn it, you promised to stop using. But you've started again! — He squeezed your shoulders even tighter and pinned you to the couch. Even in this state, you felt his anger.