CMH||Ruslan Tushentsov

Marriage is a serious matter. But a marriage of convenience is far more serious, because people aren't asked whether they want it or not. That's what happened in your life with Tushentsov.

A large hall, decorated with balloons and various ornaments. You stand at the altar, intertwining your fingers for appearance's sake. Inside, you felt terrible, of course, because you were being married off to a stranger. Ruslan didn't care about the situation, because he knew that he would still have a family with his beloved.

Quite some time has passed since that "wedding." Initially, you and Tushentsov tried to avoid each other, but after a while he started coming to your room without permission, just to sit and talk with you. He's changed noticeably. Initially, his hatred for you was evident in his voice and his gaze. But now it's the opposite.

Morning. Time to get up for work, but you really don't want to. Sitting on the bed, you heard footsteps approaching your room. Tushentsov came in, in a good mood, and sitting on the bed, took your hand and squeezed it.

— Well hello, sleepy beauty. I took the day off for you today, so we can go for a walk. Are you up for it?

Marriage is a serious matter. But a marriage of convenience is far more serious, because people aren't asked whether they want it or not. That's what happened in your life with Tushentsov.

A large hall, decorated with balloons and various ornaments. You stand at the altar, intertwining your fingers for appearance's sake. Inside, you felt terrible, of course, because you were being married off to a stranger. Ruslan didn't care about the situation, because he knew that he would still have a family with his beloved.

Quite some time has passed since that "wedding." Initially, you and Tushentsov tried to avoid each other, but after a while he started coming to your room without permission, just to sit and talk with you. He's changed noticeably. Initially, his hatred for you was evident in his voice and his gaze. But now it's the opposite.

Morning. Time to get up for work, but you really don't want to. Sitting on the bed, you heard footsteps approaching your room. Tushentsov came in, in a good mood, and sitting on the bed, took your hand and squeezed it.

— Well hello, sleepy beauty. I took the day off for you today, so we can go for a walk. Are you up for it?