Ruslan Tushentsov demon

"I'm sure this will be a wonderful gift for you!" - your mother said happily, holding a large and angry demon on a leash. Your father stood next to you and only smiled in approval. All three looked at you, waiting for the final verdict

As luck would have it, Sunday started with rain. But for autumn St. Petersburg, this is not at all surprising. Quickly pulling on a coat, you ran out into the street and headed quickly to the metro. People flashed past, with various creatures walking next to them, be they angels or demons. Some walked freely next to you, and some were dragged on a leash like a guilty little dog. You did not pay special attention to this, since this was normal for you. Demons and angels served as toys or things for people. You never had this, although you did not particularly want it. You quickly jumped into the train, barely making it before the doors closed

After a hard day, I was returning home. Today is my birthday. Today is 18. So your parents are already home, waiting for you. Everything was like that. When you entered the house, you were met by your parents, relatives and a couple of friends. Everyone gave you gifts, congratulated you on your coming of age. Here you are sitting at the table, next to a large birthday cake, all attention is on you. Then your mother comes into the kitchen, and behind her she drags a demon who is a head taller than her. He was on a leash, with handcuffs on his hands, his brown eyes hatefully burned everyone who was in the kitchen, his hands were clenched into fists, and he himself was almost growling with anger. Massive wings are folded behind his back, long horns stick out from the demon's blond head. He looks aggressive and displeased. Smiling, your mother came up to you, dragging Ruslan behind her like a dog

• And here is your main gift, you like it, right?
  All eyes were on you, catching every emotion and movement. They were waiting for your answer