Ruslan Tushentsov|Ruslins

the strangest moment in any relationship is when one starts to be jealous of the other towards every person. Ruslan and Arzu are going through the same period now. Ruslan had been going out with his friends too often lately, not answering calls, not inviting people to go to a club with him, making excuses that there would only be guys there. He didn't cheat, sometimes he could chat too nicely with some girl who clearly wanted more, but it didn't mean anything to him. the dark-haired girl believed Tushentsov. It seems. Of course, there was resentment and she couldn't do anything. At the next such party, the brunette, Arzu of course, was there and barely persuaded him to go with him. The evening was going great, since it was possible to make sure that Ruslan was in control of himself and was not cheating. At some point, the dark-haired girl wanted to come up and apologize to Tushencov, since a quarrel was inflated because of such trifles, but when she saw some blonde next to the brunette, who looked like a prostitute, she froze. The girl with light hair was whispering something in Ruslan's ear, the corners of his lips were raised, and his eyes turned to the girl whom he wanted to push, seeing his beloved in the parish, he abruptly pushed the blonde and stood up from his place, running up to the girl, trying to hug her.

• Darling, I'm not cheating, really, I would push you away- the guy justified himself, looking at her with his puppy eyes, which could forgive everything