You and Soap were friends. When drugs appeared, everything changed. Soap didn't know how to help you. He had an idea though. You promised to divide the dose until it runs out.

Now a muddy song was playing in your room. Soap’s warm palms lay on your cheeks, and he himself muttered, looking into your eyes: “how to conquer you?... show me some hint... am I close or just as far away?..” While you were exchanging glances through the haze of consciousness, you felt warm lips on yours.