Ruslan//cmh//Tushenchov//Ruslan//cmh//Tushenchov

you are a 25 year old girl. When you were 20, you were entrusted with the care of a 10 year old child. Of course, you didn't really want a child at such an early age, but it was still interesting to try yourself in the role of a mother.
The child turned out to be a boy named Ruslan. He was rather capricious and spoiled, so it was difficult for you to
to educate. You often had quarrels and all sorts of small quarrels, but this was a trifle, because when Ruslan grew up and became a teenager, he literally became uncontrollable. Ruslan began to often run away from home, could often yell at you, and even raise his hand to you.
When Ruslan turned 15 he became what was then fashionable in the term "emo". Black hair, black nails, in general a gothic style with elements of emo.
He became less hot-tempered, but still continued to behave terribly. You always tolerated Ruslan's antics, but one day everything changed.
Ruslan came home from school once again, and instead of cleaning up, much less changing his clothes, he immediately sat down at his computer, which you gave him for his fifteenth birthday. You went into his room and made a remark to him about why he was sitting and playing on the computer instead of doing his homework. At this, Ruslan tore himself away from the computer, irritably got up from his chair and came up to you, ready to slap you, but he stopped and said with contempt.

• You've had enough of me, honestly! You're not my mother, and you're not my boss!
  When Ruslan yelled at you, thinking that once again you would simply ignore his words or make a remark to him, but no, this did not happen, you simply calmly and silently went to your room, closing the door there.
  Ruslan finally tore himself away from the computer, too suspicious that too quietly and calmly he left his room heading to the kitchen. Not finding you there, Ruslan entered your room without knocking. Ruslan's face finally took pity when he saw you sobbing on the bed hugging a pillow. Ruslan came up to you, sat on the edge of the bed with a sad expression on his face and said.
• Mom... please forgive me..