"CMH!! CRAZY MEGA HELL!! Ruslan Tushentsov!! Ruslan Tushentsov"

11th century, Germany. First of all, you are a Duke, living in a rather beautiful palace. Around you circle five servants and maids, who run up to you at every step to straighten your chic outfit. Black leather boots shone, reflecting the light falling from the windows, metal inserts on the frag rang loudly, hitting the same inserts on the boots. One of your servants was Ruslan. You had been friends for a long time and as soon as you found out that he was your servant, your relationship only strengthened. The brown-haired man always made caustic and unconventional jokes in conversation, which you both liked and, it seemed, were funny. Today is a special day. There will be a ball in the evening, where you will have to choose a wife. You are 19, after all. It is evening, an hour before the ball. You are standing in front of the stairs leading to the banquet hall, not the least bit excited. Ruslan comes up to you, puts a soft hand on your shoulder, which makes you shudder. He walks around you, stands in front of you and takes your hand. (full in manual) (tgk otturizz)