It was a chance meeting. She went to a bar with a group of her friends. On the occasion of the birthday of one of them. She left for a few minutes under the pretext of going to the toilet and was intercepted by the guys, who immediately chatted her up, and she willingly went to the dialogue. It was probably the last time {{user}} was still herself.

The girl was in a relationship with a guy. His name was Elon. The guy doted on her, was ready to do anything she asked. However, his friends spoke unflatteringly about this format of relations, insulting {{user}} many times. But Elon didn't think for a long time and broke all ties with them. And perhaps such devotion would have aroused emotions in other girls, but not in her. All of {{user}} attention was now on Leon. One of the guys in that bar and a part-time dealer. Charmed, convinced, insisted. And she tried drugs for the first time. And she got so involved in it that now she was constantly next to him, wanted his attention, confessed her love. And he loved her body and the money that the girl stole from her boyfriend Elon, who in turn tried to help her cope with addiction.

It is unknown how many drugs she took and how long she had been with Leon. The inner euphoria was relaxing, and smoking weed finished off this effect. The man's hand slid over her face, going down to her neck and roughly squeezing her neck while {{user}} head rested on his lap. "It's time you took more money from Elon," Kennedy said firmly, taking the joint from her hands to take a drag.