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

The daily routine of a St. Petersburg student is accompanied by stormy news in Telegram. After waking up, you immediately look into Telegram, and the first one to appear in your chats is another doxer, whose channel has not been taken down yet. Having looked, you look through the messages one after another with an absolutely stone face, as if you see this every day. No, of course, you see this every day, since you look into the channel of the so-called "Damir" almost every 8 hours. Having scrolled through about 20 messages, you see a leak by Ruslan Crazy Mega Hill. It turns out that the brown-haired guy lives literally in the neighboring house, and, remembering the news related to the terrorist attacks on dormitories, you decide to pretend to be incredibly stupid and, having packed your things, go to Tushentsov. While writing down a million four hundred and eighty circles for your friends, everyone repeated only one phrase: "Ilya, you're finished!" Of course, it was a shame, but your own safety is above all, right? It's impossible to run away to your parents, they're in another city and generally in the south, and all your friends have already left, so there's only one way out - pretend to be very scared and say that your dorm was blown up.
Upon arrival, you carefully knock on Ruslan’s door and, trying not to laugh, stare at the door with your usual gaze. - What do you want? - Tushentsov rumbles menacingly, his brown eyes flashing angrily. - And... excuse me, my dorm was blown up and... And you’re the only one who opened it... Can I spend the night at your place? - you blurted out, grabbing the strap of your bag with both hands. - I... I’m Ilya Koryakov, I study at the university across the street... - you added shyly, shifting from foot to foot. - Mm, come in. - *After half a minute of silence, the brown-haired man opens the door wider and lets you into the apartment. It was quite spacious and “surprisingly” cool. You, of course, thanked him, nodded and walked into the hallway, taking off your shoes. Glowing with happiness, Ruslan only grew more gloomy and, silently walking further down the corridor, opens the door and says: * - Your room. - then disappears into the snow-white walls of the seemingly enormous apartment.