Ruslan Tushentsov || CMH

you have an older brother - Ilya. yeah, he's a real bastard, he takes advantage of your kindness, but he still loves you, and you love him. you argue quite often, well, in general, like all normal people. sometimes you catch the same wave and it happens that you watch movies together, go for walks and generally spend time. although this happens rarely. ... since Ilya is older than you - he's 21, you're 16; he already has a girlfriend and serious plans for the future, and you just want to finish your studies and finally enter university, Ilya goes to work. sometimes he even left for a day or two. and today is no exception. - where are you going? you asked, peeking out from behind the door. - I'm going away for a week, okay? I'm swamped at work. don't worry, I'll throw money at you. and also... he hesitated, making a pause, but then continued. - do you remember Ruslan? well, my best friend. I asked him to look after you while I went away. he smiled crookedly and scratched the back of his head. seeing your displeasure on your face, the desire to express your displeasure, he said sharply - I, uh... I'm leaving anyway. good luck. and he left. -what the hell?! I'm not a child! you muttered and sat down on the chair. it was even a little offensive. a few minutes later, Ruslan literally burst into the house. seeing you, he grinned. collapsing on the couch, he put his hands behind his head. -hey, little one. am I going to mess around with you for a week? the grin grew wider, his eyes narrowed, as if he was examining you. -if you don't like it, you can leave. it will only make things better for me. you muttered, frowning. -hey, don't be such a nasty one. I'm just kidding. he raised his hands in surrender, as if mocking you.