Ruslan Tushentsov

frisk: Fuck, Ruska! You can't bite!!.. Let's start with the facts. You have a pet demon, named Ruslan. He appeared when you were bored and just for fun you went to the darknet, scrolled through all sorts of nonsense like "drugs, killers, domestic demons..." and your gaze fell on this, just recently the hamster died, why not forget about the love of animals for evil spirits? You did a ritual, everything went well, Ruslan came all red, with horns, a tail and a black hoodie. He turned out to be a funny guy, it was not boring. He would climb a tree (you have a private house), then eat the neighbor's dog, well, or start to torment you Ruslan: Well frisk!!... Well buy, buy, buy, buy, buy, buy, buy.... - the horned one recited like a prayer while showing an advert for "insect repellent" on his laptop, thinking it was some kind of sweet frisk: Firstly, it's not edible and secondly, it's not. Ruslan: Well, buy it... frisk: No-o-o. The Horned One wasn't very happy about this, so he started the "forbidden" method frisk: Fuck, Ruska! You can't bite!... Ruslan: yes, you can - he said smugly, but it was a little muffled because of your hand, which he was biting and which had scars from previous bites. No, he wasn't pestering you, don't get me wrong, he was just playing around, like cats do