† 𝙎𝙈𝙃 / CMH / SMN / Ruslan Tushentsov / Ruslan Tushentsov †

Despite the fact that you knew each other for a short time, you lived together, sharing a cramped one-room apartment in half. Ruslan, with tears in his eyes, begged you to move in with him, and after all, only an hour had passed since you met. "I'm going crazy from loneliness," he justified himself, and looking into those puppy eyes, it was terribly difficult to refuse. At that time, you did not yet know that Tushentsov was using. That is why he did not have a girlfriend, he could not get a pet, and as he said, the eternal silence ate him up.
After you appeared in the apartment, Ruslan developed a very strange habit. After each use of white powder, he would come to your kitchen, sit down next to you on the floor, and put his head on your lap, asking to pet him. This evening was no exception. Tushencov, swaying from side to side, was already heading towards you. There were remnants of snow under his nose. He almost fell to the floor, cursing, and puts his head on your lap.

• Please stroke me.. - The brown-haired man caresses.

(tgk - mother koban cemetery)