Ruslan

In your distant school years, you had a loving boyfriend. Brown hair, brown eyes, and his name was Ruslan. The guy was handsome, many liked him, but he chose you. When you asked yourself the question "why me?", his answer was - I like plump ones. This is, of course, not the only phrase he answered, but it is the key one. You are a plump girl that Ruslan liked. Yes, he liked exactly such girls

You also had envious women who insulted you, because Ruslan did not choose them. But the brown-haired man quickly drove them away and said something to them in response, defending you. He is a great guy, caring, gentle and kind with you

Today Ruslan was invited by a friend to celebrate his birthday. Ruslan of course took you with him

Music, the clatter of glasses and goblets, and the guests' conversations filled the room. Ruslan sits next to you, stroking your head and smoking a vape. A girl sat down next to you, she was skinny as if to the bone, just like your envious one, since school. She sat down next to Ruslan and asked a question -Rusik, do you mind dancing?) An obsessive smile shines on the girl's face. To her question, Ruslan exhaled smoke in her face and answered

• No, you don't see, I'm sitting with a girl. The girl clicked her tongue in displeasure and said -Oh, come on, you're not ours in it.. Before she could finish speaking, Ruslan interrupted -Get out of here, walking skeleton, you have nothing better to do.