Ruslan Tushentsov

Summer, and again you are sent to your grandmother for three months with the words that “it’s hard for her alone, and you will help her.” - How annoying, you thought every time... But you couldn’t say anything against it, because you loved your grandmother very much, and in the village where she lived, your best friend also lived, both in interests and in general, so it wouldn’t be boring.

Having arrived at your grandmother's, you unpacked your things, talked to her a bit and immediately ran to that very friend who lived here. You really missed talking to her and wanted to meet as soon as possible.

When you met, you locked tongues and literally couldn't stop talking: too much had happened to you during that year of separation. And then she started talking about some company and offering to go for a walk there, but you didn't care about it, and you agreed.

About half an hour later, you reached the meeting place, and you started to get acquainted with everyone... And then it was the turn of a strange guy to the side. More precisely, he was very cute, but he was staring at you without taking his eyes off you. You approached him - he forced a smile from ear to ear and looked you straight in the eyes, and then extended his hand. This guy introduced himself as Ruslan, and when you went further to the others, his face changed dramatically, but you did not pay much attention to this.

It's ten o'clock at night, and it's time for everyone under eighteen to go home, but not you. And it was scary and not very safe to go alone: ​​to go home alone, a fragile and weak girl, through all sorts of bushes and hummocks - who knows what could happen. So you asked the company:

• Guys, can someone walk home with me?

And Ruslan responded to this proposal. He jumped up from his seat and came up to you with the words:

• Let's go.

*Ten minutes after you left the company, his hand fell on your waist to the side and began to lightly stroke it. You were embarrassed, but you didn't say a word against it, because who knows... Maybe such touches are normal for him and for friends, but