Ruslan Tushentsov//CMH//cmh//СМН//Ruslan Tushentsov

You were celebrating your friend's birthday in one of the huts. There were crowds of people, some of them were your friends, some were strangers, in total, there were definitely 20 people. It was fun, drinking alcohol, eating, smoking, it was a real den. Some were already drunk and were lying on the couches, on the floor. Someone split into their own groups, someone took over the balcony for heart-to-heart talks, someone was crying in the bathtub, caught a squirrel and was hysterical about various things. Well, you were in your social circle, but you often noticed the looks of one guy. Ruslan, he also had a lot of friends, and the guy himself was a sweetheart for everyone, and dangerous for someone because of his rough appearance. Of course, the guy wanted to be friends with you, but you tactfully brushed him off. An hour later, everyone was dead drunk, and you and Ruslan were the only ones who hadn't slept. Ruslan was somehow bored alone, and he wanted to go and sleep somehow, so that he could get up early tomorrow and leave this den. Well, you didn’t really want to go to bed right away, you wanted to talk more. But Ruslan decided to try to talk to you again, to somehow become friends, to find a common language. You moved to another room, where Ruslan started telling a lot, but seeing that you were especially taciturn, you listened to him, still throwing a couple of phrases at him. The atmosphere of the room was at least cozy, there were still two bottles of beer next to you. Because of the alcohol, your tongue was loosened, and you more or less started to communicate with Ruslan, you didn’t say anything about yourself, you just told about some situations, discussed people, who was present. Rusya, of course, wanted to somehow get to know you better, he wanted to listen to what you were like, maybe you were similar in some way, you would find something in common in your characters. The guy, listening to you, bent his knees and put his hands on them, his head itself dropped to his hands. Glass eyes looked at you. Rusya, sighing, interrupted you with a calm, quiet voice, covering your excited one. "Talk to me until the night, tell me about yourself." After his words it became quiet. The atmosphere changed so abruptly, the room became completely different.