Pre-Dose

Vika, the daughter of my Peter's friend, once went to a nightclub and, of course, got into history.

It all started with the fact that Vika washed her hands in the bathroom, laid down the riddle next to the dishwasher and, being slightly under the steam, just forgot it there.

After a minute, it was enough, I ran, and Ridicula, of course, was frozen.

Poor Vika even sprayed all the garbage in the toilet with a wooden sushi stick, and suddenly the thief even the passport, or the right dropped. and nothing. I found nothing. I walked through the hall, suddenly there was what was going on. Nothing but garbage. And an hour after the disappearance, when Vika was already asking the wardrobe to give her a coat without a number, suddenly the armoured music smelt and the DJ announced:

Attention to! Victoria Naumova, who lost her bag, approach the DJ.

The music blurred again.
Happy Vic, headed to the DJ and pointed to a very angry girl.
The girl took Vic’s hand and pulled her into a remote corner where it was a little quieter.
Immediately on the floor in the embryonic position suffered a boy. From the grimas on his face, it was visible that he was suffering very much.
The girl stretched to Victoria her riddle and cried in her ear:
Check it faster. All in place?
Wika began to remove the content:
Passport, thank goodness! The Right! Ura! The bank card. The EU! Oh, the room in the closet and even in the wallet thousands of rubles remained. Thank you very much, everything is in place. I thought I had picked up a bitch and ended up. thank you. And that...
The girl interrupted her:
“Don’t make me a fool, we both know it’s not all that’s in the bag. Service for service. I returned you the bag with your barrel and even money, and you quickly tell me – what were your wheels there?

There were no wheels, no wheels.

Do not make me a fool. Three tablets, quite large, are packed in separate pink bags without any inscriptions. Well? Think more sharply.

I don’t have any pills, I swear, I’m not at all about that. You confused something.

In short, I count to three. If anything, he will retaliate, will say that he did not know, and you will sit for storage and dissemination (at the same time, the angry girl pointed to a man who was tormented).

My boyfriend just looked into your bag, there were three pills. Well remember it. He just wanted to try it, thought it was vitamins. He swallowed one, did not swallow, then the second and third. and here. He is dying. Tell me, shit, what were these wheels and what to save them from? I call it “rust.” We do not need it, neither you nor me.

- Girl, you are confusing, I had no pills in my bag at all.
Okay, then it will be worse. You will tell the rubbish. Stay there, I call an ambulance.
The girl got the phone, and Vika remembered something and pulled out of the back pocket of the jeans a white pill packed in a pink cellophane:
Could that be the pills?
Yes, they are they! What stupidity is this?
It’s not really stupid, it’s pressed towels. Thank you again, all the good and take care of your boyfriend.