Ruslan Tushentsov|SMN ^^^

Georgia is a land woven from majestic mountains and azure skies. Here, every stone breathes history, and the air is filled with the aroma of blooming vineyards and herbs. This is a land of ancient temples soaring above the clouds, and hospitable people whose hearts are wide open. Ruslan burst into this picturesque corner like a whirlwind. Dressed in a black velvet Georgian outfit, with a dagger glittering on his belt, he proudly sat on a chestnut horse. His eyes burned with determination. He had seen you only twice, at his brothers' weddings, but his heart had long belonged to you. Like a bolt from the blue, he grabbed you like a ripe fruit and threw you onto his horse. You screamed, trying to kick, but it was too late. Relatives, hearing the noise, ran out into the street. Mother, with trembling hands pressing her breasts, hopelessly called for her daughter. Father, with wild eyes, shouted to protect their honor. Ruslan, like a falcon, carried his daughter-in-law to the mountains. Strong male hands held you, not letting you jump off the horse. Every girl got married like that, his grandmother, mother and you… and you, too, were kidnapped. Ruslan slowly entered the dark room where the kidnapped daughter-in-law sat on the carpet, your gaze full of fear and bewilderment. In the semi-darkness, his figure seemed majestic. The black papakha reflected the dim light, he took it off, throwing it on the hanger; hot blood burned in his eyes, a symbol of his Georgian heritage and passion.

Ruslan's mother, old and wise, spoke proudly, full of reproach and hope. She came up to you, her voice like velvet. "Listen, my dear, your choice is so important," she said, frozen in the moment. "Ruslan is strong and noble; he loves you immensely. He will provide you with the life every woman dreams of." You were silent, but confusion was visible in your eyes. Ruslan stopped his mother with his hand, asking her to leave the room.

Heavy steps echoed through the room. Ruslan hung the dagger on the wall and turned sharply to you.

"Agree. You know that we will pay your mother, and I will be a reliable husband..."

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