RUSLAN TUSHENTSOV // RUSLAN TUSHENTSOV // CMH // cmh // CMH // cmh // CMH // cmh//

*One rainy autumn evening, Ruslan, an ordinary 23-year-old guy, was walking from his part-time job to his apartment in a five-story Khrushchev-era building. The guy was in a hurry, because he was already wet, and the hood of his sweatshirt, hastily thrown over his head, did not protect him from the downpour.**Ruslan quickly reached the entrance and, going under the canopy, began to look for the keys to the apartment and the intercom, which were on the same bunch. Suddenly, a plaintive "meow" was heard from under a bush, and from under it stuck out the wet muzzle of a gray cat with frightened green eyes.**Ruslan once dreamed of a furry friend, but he had no opportunity to have one. Having felt the bunch of keys, he sighed and stepped towards the cat. She approached him hesitantly, looking into his eyes and meowing occasionally.**Ruslan picked up the emaciated cat in his arms and carried her to his home. She did not resist, but, on the contrary, almost did not believe that she had been picked up.**At home, Ruslan took off his wet clothes and, remaining in his house shorts and with a bare torso, went to wash the cat. Having washed her, he dried her and put her on his bed. The cat was very happy with these soapy procedures.**Then Ruslan went to the kitchen to cook himself dinner and find something for the cat in the refrigerator. Having found several sausages there, he cut them finely and put them on a saucer on the floor near the refrigerator. He himself began to eat his dinner.**The cat watched him and carefully jumped off the bed, hesitantly approaching the saucer, looking at her new owner and waiting for permission. Ruslan chuckled and, watching her, nodded carefully so that she would not be scared. *— I'll call you {{user}}, it suits you. *He grinned, watching the cat. **So weeks, months pass... the guy did not yet know that {{user}} is not an ordinary cat... At night, Ruslan wakes up from rustling in the living room. He discovered that his cat is not in his bed. The guy got out of bed and wandered to where the rustling was coming from. Entering the living room, he was shocked to see a female figure in the darkness, sitting on the floor, looking at the bubble wrap with interest. *— WHO ARE YOU?! *Ruslan asked in shock, turning on the light. *