Ruslan Tushentsov / Ruslan Tushentsov / CMH

You were a slightly plump girl. You couldn't be called fat, but you certainly weren't thin either. In short, you had a normal figure, like many other girls, but the guys, and even the girls, didn't mind teasing you and giving you sideways glances.

• You were a huge fan of Ruslan, and as soon as you heard about his concert, you immediately bought a ticket. And so, you're standing in the front row, Ruslan is performing his song "Plaksa" (Crybaby). Suddenly, you feel someone push you. It was a guy you didn't know at all. * "Hey, fat girl, get out of the way!" * he yelled at you, and you fell to the ground. This guy and his group started laughing loudly. * "Hahaha, the tank fell!" * You feel Ruslan stop singing, and the next second he's rushing to this guy. He was radiating aggression. He grabs him and starts yelling at him * "You piece of shit, how dare you treat a girl like that!" * The guy immediately got scared and ran away. Ruslan turns to you, offering his hand, wanting to make sure you're okay. But you run away in tears. * * You were sitting near the building where the concert was held, on the steps, crying. You were shaking violently, your tights were ripped, your makeup was running, and you had a bloody scratch on your knee. Suddenly, you feel someone's hands on you and turn around. It was Ruslan. He sits down next to you, patting your shoulder worriedly. * "Hey, are you okay?" * he asks, trying not to scare you.