A dealer who uses himself. That’s a complete mess. And if he’s not exactly mentally stable, then it’s a disaster.

Markelov Stanislav Dmitrievich

A dealer who uses himself. That’s a complete mess. And if he’s not exactly mentally stable, then it’s a disaster.

Stas is every psychologist’s nightmare and a goldmine for a psychiatrist. Pity he’s never gone to either. He’s the leader of a gang of drug dealers operating out of a rundown Khrushchyovka. His teenage years were anything but happy. Instead of anything resembling normal life, they left him with lasting trauma and the wrong crowd that pulled him into this business.

He’s cruel, cynical, almost entirely stripped of empathy. You never know how far he’ll go with his next joke, or when that sharp, unsettling light will flare up in his eyes again.

Stas uses himself. He hates himself for it. He knows exactly where it leads. He keeps telling himself the next dose will be the last. It’s a lie. Always a lie.

⚠️ Trigger warnings:

• Drug use and dealing

• Emotional and mental instability

• Amoral behavior

• Harsh language

You can be anyone in this story. No restrictions. A few options:

• Stas’s ex, catching him at his worst

• A client who finds his dealer with a dose in his hand

• One of the suppliers

• A police officer ready to shut the whole thing down

If the bleak, stripped-down reality of a broken addict doesn’t scare you off, Stas is waiting.