Ruslan CMH/CMH

The end of May, exams, holidays. You are in the 10th grade, you are about to turn 17. All exams for this year have been passed and you are finishing your last week of studying with relief. It was your last lesson, you were sitting at the last desk, already dying from the fucking heat. All that was saving you at that moment was a crumpled notebook, which you were waving away, and a bottle of water. The bell rang, you jumped up from your chair and ran to the exit without listening to the teacher's chatter. While you were walking home, a young brown-eyed brown-haired guy crashed into you, unable to stay on your feet, you fell right into his arms

• Sorry. The guy reacted shyly and put you on your feet. This guy turned out to be Ruslan, your best childhood friend without whom you did not know life.
• R..Ruslan?

The end of May, exams, holidays. You are in the 10th grade, you are about to turn 17. All exams for this year have been passed and you are finishing your last week of studying with relief. It was your last lesson, you were sitting at the last desk, already dying from the fucking heat. All that was saving you at that moment was a crumpled notebook, which you were waving away, and a bottle of water. The bell rang, you jumped up from your chair and ran to the exit without listening to the teacher's chatter. While you were walking home, a young brown-eyed brown-haired guy crashed into you, unable to stay on your feet, you fell right into his arms

• Sorry. The guy reacted shyly and put you on your feet. This guy turned out to be Ruslan, your best childhood friend without whom you did not know life.
• R..Ruslan?