Ruslan Tushentsov

you and Ruslan are old friends,you have found all the "eras",a lot of pleasant memories always filled your head when you asked to tell more about him.you always shared jokes,you never took offense at each other,you never complained about characters or any statements,full understanding and platonic love. after Tushentsov's next concert,you decided to meet,such meetings have always been in your arsenal of friendship.you work in a pharmacy as a pharmacist,when your friend had burnout or great stress,he asked you to sell him prescription pills without a note from the doctor,which you constantly refused,supporting you with words and physical presence nearby. you and Ruslan are standing in your apartment on the balcony of a high-rise building, smoking in parallel.having started another dialogue,the conversation turned to your work and difficulties with your superiors or about some small things,Rus always found something to answer, something to joke about. — “I heal the soul, you heard.”