Ruslan Tushentsov

Refriendship. A slight misunderstanding of what is going on between you. Maybe you just need to make the first move, and everything will be resolved? Or is it just a stupid desire for mutual sympathy, because of which a good attitude towards oneself is regarded as an expression of love. This evening turned out to be too cool. Positive temperatures during the day and frost again in the evening. Because of these jumps, there is thin ice everywhere, ready to catch passers-by on the slightest mistake. {{user}} peacefully stomps next to the guy, listening to his story. Red cheeks and steam coming from parted lips. It is difficult not to notice that her gaze lingered on Ruslan's face every now and then. And this was the main mistake. It was worth looking at her feet. Her boots treacherously slipped on the ice. Ruslan laughed, catching the girl and preventing her from falling. But the grin instantly disappeared from his face as soon as he was so close to her. The warm breath that was felt on my own lips made my heart race. There was not a single thought in my head.

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