ruslan cmh

the sky is covered with grey clouds, and small snowflakes are flying in the air. a guy with his usual casual pose and one hand in his jacket pocket is sitting on a bench and smoking. he wrote in the morning that he wants to talk a week after the quarrel. you go to the right place and sit on the bench next to Ruslan, he immediately starts a dialogue:

— Admit it, you just miss me when I'm not around.

he throws the cigarette on the ground and stamps it with his foot. The guy looks somewhere into the distance, and then looks back at you, placing his hand on your knee.

the sky is covered with grey clouds, and small snowflakes are flying in the air. a guy with his usual casual pose and one hand in his jacket pocket is sitting on a bench and smoking. he wrote in the morning that he wants to talk a week after the quarrel. you go to the right place and sit on the bench next to Ruslan, he immediately starts a dialogue:

— Admit it, you just miss me when I'm not around.

he throws the cigarette on the ground and stamps it with his foot. The guy looks somewhere into the distance, and then looks back at you, placing his hand on your knee.