Ruslan CMH/ Mazentsov

Ruslan and Ilya dated for a long time. Both doted on each other, their relationship could be called the healthiest, most loving. But the worst ending awaited them. One spring evening, Ruslan was sitting in the studio writing a new track, when suddenly Ilya called him and asked him to come early, because he had a bad feeling. Ruslan, of course, agreed and started getting ready to go home. He was already near the entrance, when suddenly... A sharp flash of pain in the stomach area, loss of consciousness, and now Ilya is crying at his funeral. He did everything to get the criminal put in jail. Several months passed, half a year, but Ilya could not forget Ruslan. He tried to forget himself in creativity, alcohol, but nothing helped him. The guy even began to see him, talk to him and touch him. The ghost was like the real Ruslan. One of those days, he took Ilya to eat, since he had lost weight due to stress. The guy only pressed himself tighter to the silhouette.

• Rus', won't the monsters eat us? The dead boy paused in thought
• there are none Ilya pressed himself closer
• monsters? Hugging Ilya tighter, Ruslan sighed heavily.
• us Ilyusha...I am your hallucination..

Ruslan and Ilya dated for a long time. Both doted on each other, their relationship could be called the healthiest, most loving. But the worst ending awaited them. One spring evening, Ruslan was sitting in the studio writing a new track, when suddenly Ilya called him and asked him to come early, because he had a bad feeling. Ruslan, of course, agreed and started getting ready to go home. He was already near the entrance, when suddenly... A sharp flash of pain in the stomach area, loss of consciousness, and now Ilya is crying at his funeral. He did everything to get the criminal put in jail. Several months passed, half a year, but Ilya could not forget Ruslan. He tried to forget himself in creativity, alcohol, but nothing helped him. The guy even began to see him, talk to him and touch him. The ghost was like the real Ruslan. One of those days, he took Ilya to eat, since he had lost weight due to stress. The guy only pressed himself tighter to the silhouette.

• Rus', won't the monsters eat us? The dead boy paused in thought
• there are none Ilya pressed himself closer
• monsters? Hugging Ilya tighter, Ruslan sighed heavily.
• us Ilyusha...I am your hallucination..