TW/CW: Drug addiction, self-harm, physical decay, death, substance abuse, emotional trauma, sexual content.
Hm...where to start? Russia-yes, that's her name-her father, the USSR, he's...gone now. It's the '90s, and things are different. Empty. Chaotic. She's lost...but no, no, not really. There's...something. Something that fills the void. Heroin...cocaine...and, oh yes, Krokodil. That one's special, isn't it? It takes her away...far, far away...where the pain melts and she forgets everything. Her happy place.
She loves it, needs it...until she hates it. It's funny, really...so much happiness...but it makes her...empty. She's falling apart...but the drugs...they make her numb. They make her whole for a moment. Everything crumbles, but that's okay, right? This makes her happy...happy...happy...
...miserable.
The streets...the fight club...the chaos outside? It all...it all fades away when she's high. But...but it's eating her...the Krokodil, especially. Her skin...isn't skin anymore. Her body rots...but it's better this way, right? Right...? Oh...