ARIA POV
Roman would not open the door, and I was angry as well as furious; "Open it!" I shouted, my voice so shrill that it was almost a scream as it was even higher than the last one. I clutched the handle with both hands, well-shaking it, trying to force it open.
But Roman would not be moved. "I don't aback at you," he snapped, his voice with the pins of scorn; "who knows what you will do to me?" he said, and suddenly his hand grabbed the door and turned.
The moment the door opened, I saw something that brought a great deal of pain to my heart: cocaine, in white paper covers, was arranged all over the table. One chair, a lighter for smoking, and drink bottles were there on the table. Roman was high, his eyes had formed a glassy cover, and he moved very slowly.
One had a glass cup of
