Common sense was dead and there was no one to ask questions.

Nina settled down with her feet on a clean sheet, the couch creaked with exhaustion. The girl was afraid to stretch her legs back, thinking that she had broken a rarity. One side of the couch was leaning against the wall, on which hung a large brown and burgundy carpet that reached from the door of the room to the window itself. Nina tried to lean on him, but when she touched him, she disturbed such a cloud of dust that she coughed.

Ilya returned to the room in strange dirty shorts and with a bare torso. The ninth-grader has not seen her god in such an outfit yet. But he was still good. The first impressions of the entrance and smell have passed. Sitting on the sofa, Nina watched with a sinking heart as Ilya approached her with a tray.

There was a bottle of open Soviet champagne on the tray (although there was no sound of the bottle being opened, but would Nina have paid attention to it?), two pot-bellied glasses made of dark, colored glass filled to the brim with sparkling drink, three quarters of an apple with bones lay in a plate forlornly, the fourth was chewed by Ilya.

– Baby, help yourself, a wonderful wine for a beautiful girl!

– Thank you, Ilyusha! Nina broke into a smile and took the glass in her small hand, obviously expecting a toast. But since the guy waved his glass in one gulp, the girl took a little sip from her own.

Nina rarely tasted alcohol, her mother allowed her to drink a glass of wine on New Year's or birthday. Therefore, Nina was not a black sheep among her classmates, she knew the taste of alcohol and could take a sip at the disco. But she never got drunk in the trash and did not vomit in the school toilet, like some girlfriends who had an iron curtain at home, and at school discos they broke loose and drank everything in a row. Then the parents of such girls came to school with terrible scandals, blamed teachers who forced their children to lap up swill.

Nina knew the taste of Soviet champagne, but this one seemed too bitter to her.

– Silly, for love to the bottom! – Ilya literally guided the stem of the glass until it was empty.

Nina felt bad right away. First the room floated, and then Ilya floated. He bent down to ask something, smiled, but the drugged girl no longer heard anything. Her eyes could still focus a little on objects, but sense of hearing was completely gone, as if the sound in the room and in the whole world had been turned off. The hungry young organism, not poisoned by toxins, passed out instantly, once Nina in a semi-conscious state hung down from a clean sheet to vomit, and then the sound turned on again. Ilya yelled and cursed, called her very bad words, and she just smiled stupidly and kept wanting to remind her that "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban" is written and read with a "z", not a "s". It was getting light outside, Nina opened her eyes and moaned. The headache from the light was so strong that the girl almost lost consciousness. After catching her breath a little, she stirred. Nothing hurt except my head. Once in her childhood Nina had a concussion, she was constantly sick and vomiting, in the hospital they put her on a bed and gave her medications and strictly ordered her to remain completely calm.

Nina remembered where yesterday she could have fallen so hard that she again received such a terrible concussion from which she felt sick, constantly wanted to vomit, and the headache was close to torture. Then she noticed Ilya sitting next to her, enthusiastically reading the contents of her phone.