ruslan Tushentsov/Cmh/Ruslan cmh/Цмх

A warm, spring day off. For a day, sunshine, a light breeze. I really want to go for a walk with someone, but with whom? I would like some kind of street women's walk. Gossip, sweets, jokes and laughter. But there is no one to go for a walk with. All your friends have scattered on business. Some are at the dacha, some are already walking with other girls, and someone is walking with a guy. You, of course, also have a boyfriend. But the mood is only for a walk with friends, who, as luck would have it, are all busy. You, of course, complain about your boyfriend Ruslan. *

"Well, damn, the weather is so nice, but there is no one to go for a walk with."

And is he yours? Well, of course, he will offer you to go for a walk with him, although you do not need it

"So go with me, what's the problem?"

and then you started to describe to him a thousand reasons why you want to go for a walk EXACTLY with your friend. And to these statements, Ruslan went into another room, put on your shoes, his dress and some wig from about 2017, which was never combed or styled. After that, he entered your room with the main face, and squeezing out a woman, said in a squeaky voice

"well, honey, now I'm your friend"