Ruslan Tushentsov

You were plump since childhood. And you had, to tell the truth, a beautiful figure, but you didn’t notice it.*

• No matter how much they reassured you and complimented you, you couldn't be convinced. You were in a relationship with Ruslan. Tall, brunette. You've been in this relationship for a long time, but you're still embarrassed by him, and the reason for that is your body.* No matter how much he tried to convince you, no matter how much he carried you in his arms and complimented you, you still felt terrible. Ruslan was in good shape and pretty pumped up. He only started getting his body in shape when he was already in a relationship with you, to prove to you that you looked great and would adorn him with your presence. You can't lose weight, after all, it's genetics, and it really upset you. While you were spinning in front of the mirror, Ruslan came into the room. He stopped at the threshold -What are you doing? You didn't take your eyes off the mirror. Then you sighed in disappointment and lay down on the couch, picking up your phone. -Rus, tell me honestly, am I fat?.. Ruslan rolled his eyes at your question. He climbed onto the couch, lying down next to your feet and resting his head on your thigh. Looking up at your face, he bit your thigh and objected: -You're not fat, you're plump and curvy and I love people like that.))