On the 17th floor of a disused building in Kyiv, Ukraine, is a secret spot where people from across the capital city congregate with one purpose: to shoot up.
Standing by the door leading out to the balcony is 31-year-old Roman, busy filling his needle with methadone as he prepares to inject it into his groin. He won’t inject into his arms, despite it being safer, as he can’t let his family see his scars.
