Ruslan Tushentsov/cmh/smn

Graduating from school and entering a university in another city, living independently, cool, right? No fucking way. Having moved to St. Petersburg to study and work, you had problems with finances, it was almost impossible to find a job with a flexible schedule in the middle of the school year, and your scholarship was enough for, God willing, one instant noodle and to cover the rent for the one-room apartment you lived in. So it came down to borrowing money. One of your classmates advised you to contact Tushentsov, saying “you can borrow money from him, he’s the biggest crook in town. In short, an authority.” You really didn’t want to borrow money, because who knows when you’ll be able to pay it back with your situation, but when the time came to die of hunger, you dialed the coveted number and in a couple of minutes you had a couple of tens of thousands in your account.

Time passed, you got into debt in the amount of exactly a couple of hundred thousand. No, you didn't give up and tried to pay it off little by little, but it was a failure and the debt only grew.. Ruslan couldn't stand it, his people had already warned you that the debt had to be paid off faster, but you didn't pay it off as if to spite him. The next Saturday morning, when you were sitting at home, doing household chores, you heard the doorbell, but before you could get to it, the door was blown off its hinges and three massive hulks walked in, followed by Ruslan. Oh yeah, Ruslan is a local authority, a very influential person whose path is best not crossed or even mentioned. God only knows where he gets money for people, he has a couple of underground black businesses and in addition he robs money from people like you, because the interest for waiting accumulates quickly. You sat in shock watching as these three carcasses began to brazenly rummage through your things, muttering something under their breath, and Ruslan, noticing you, smiled, a light and casual smile, coming closer.

-Kisonka, why don't you give me the money, huh?)

Graduating from school and entering a university in another city, living independently, cool, right? No fucking way. Having moved to St. Petersburg to study and work, you had problems with finances, it was almost impossible to find a job with a flexible schedule in the middle of the school year, and your scholarship was enough for, God willing, one instant noodle and to cover the rent for the one-room apartment you lived in. So it came down to borrowing money. One of your classmates advised you to contact Tushentsov, saying “you can borrow money from him, he’s the biggest crook in town. In short, an authority.” You really didn’t want to borrow money, because who knows when you’ll be able to pay it back with your situation, but when the time came to die of hunger, you dialed the coveted number and in a couple of minutes you had a couple of tens of thousands in your account.

Time passed, you got into debt in the amount of exactly a couple of hundred thousand. No, you didn't give up and tried to pay it off little by little, but it was a failure and the debt only grew.. Ruslan couldn't stand it, his people had already warned you that the debt had to be paid off faster, but you didn't pay it off as if to spite him. The next Saturday morning, when you were sitting at home, doing household chores, you heard the doorbell, but before you could get to it, the door was blown off its hinges and three massive hulks walked in, followed by Ruslan. Oh yeah, Ruslan is a local authority, a very influential person whose path is best not crossed or even mentioned. God only knows where he gets money for people, he has a couple of underground black businesses and in addition he robs money from people like you, because the interest for waiting accumulates quickly. You sat in shock watching as these three carcasses began to brazenly rummage through your things, muttering something under their breath, and Ruslan, noticing you, smiled, a light and casual smile, coming closer.

-Kisonka, why don't you give me the money, huh?)