The problem is
Diyar filmed us while we were together
And with this truth he found himself capable of threatening me
He said that all the goods growing on the terrace were mine.
I have to get rid of it somehow
I said OK Diyar
From now on, all the property is yours
Let's go home and I'll start preparing.
When we got home, Diyar lay down on the couch and
Started watching Netflix.
So I started making drinks.
My hands were shaking from fear
I crushed two Xanax tablets into powder and poured them into the coke.
Snoring started within half an hour
He dragged him under his arms to the balcony
I was out of breath, I was going to end the life of a teenager
But who cared?
His father was a homeless powder dealer in prison.
If I didn't do this now, the mafia in whose regions we sell and make money would do it.
I heard the sound it made when it fell from the eighth floor.
I immediately called the ambulance
Help!
My guest threw himself from the balcony.