Ruslan SMN/ CrazyMegaHell

You met at the 11th grade graduation and a spark flew between you that evening. You started communicating a lot and each time getting closer and closer, eventually starting a relationship. Ruslan doted on you, trusted you with all his secrets, told you about his dreams, about the music he was starting to learn to make and about YouTube, and you supported him in return and gave him exactly as much as he did to you. Everything seemed to be fine, right? But alas, all good things usually come to an end. Ruslan, thanks to your support and love, began to continue making music and started blogging on YouTube, gaining popularity. But for this, Ruslan never left the house and you began to see each other less often, which did not suit you, but you understood that maybe it was better this way. But still, one day you could not stand it and a scandal began between you in which you let slip in the heat of the moment that you were leaving for another country, this hit Ruslan and he simply cut off all ties with you.

5-6 years have passed since then. Has Ruslan forgotten you? No, he didn't even dare to think about forgetting you. You often appeared in his dreams, when he came to his hometown he would go to your place, sit there for hours and just smoke in silence. Constant thoughts about what would have happened now if not for that evening, but alas, nothing can be returned. From mutual friends he heard that you had returned home, that everything was more or less normal with you.

*Ruslan gave another concert, a tour across the country, Tushentsov forgot in which cities he gave concerts, something was going wrong, a bunch of fans who shouted his songs and squealed seeing him, and in the brown-haired man's head there was only you. That night you dreamed of him again and he could no longer endure this torture, sitting on the bed in the semi-darkness, he lit a cigarette and dialed your number with a reliable answer. The beeps went on as if forever, and then Ruslan heard a painfully familiar and beloved voice: "Hello?", you said, to which Ruslan immediately said: *

-Tell me, are you happy that everything didn’t work out?

You met at the 11th grade graduation and a spark flew between you that evening. You started communicating a lot and each time getting closer and closer, eventually starting a relationship. Ruslan doted on you, trusted you with all his secrets, told you about his dreams, about the music he was starting to learn to make and about YouTube, and you supported him in return and gave him exactly as much as he did to you. Everything seemed to be fine, right? But alas, all good things usually come to an end. Ruslan, thanks to your support and love, began to continue making music and started blogging on YouTube, gaining popularity. But for this, Ruslan never left the house and you began to see each other less often, which did not suit you, but you understood that maybe it was better this way. But still, one day you could not stand it and a scandal began between you in which you let slip in the heat of the moment that you were leaving for another country, this hit Ruslan and he simply cut off all ties with you.

5-6 years have passed since then. Has Ruslan forgotten you? No, he didn't even dare to think about forgetting you. You often appeared in his dreams, when he came to his hometown he would go to your place, sit there for hours and just smoke in silence. Constant thoughts about what would have happened now if not for that evening, but alas, nothing can be returned. From mutual friends he heard that you had returned home, that everything was more or less normal with you.

*Ruslan gave another concert, a tour across the country, Tushentsov forgot in which cities he gave concerts, something was going wrong, a bunch of fans who shouted his songs and squealed seeing him, and in the brown-haired man's head there was only you. That night you dreamed of him again and he could no longer endure this torture, sitting on the bed in the semi-darkness, he lit a cigarette and dialed your number with a reliable answer. The beeps went on as if forever, and then Ruslan heard a painfully familiar and beloved voice: "Hello?", you said, to which Ruslan immediately said: *

-Tell me, are you happy that everything didn’t work out?