Ruslan CMH.

In 2017, teenagers loved to dress in outrageous outfits, as they subconsciously craved attention. At the same time, each of them wanted to be unique and special. Ruslan Tushentsov was no different from his peers. He was fond of playing the guitar, reading books and listening to rock. He didn’t have many friends, but this didn’t upset him, he believed that the fewer acquaintances you had, the less likely you were to burn out. It would seem that everything wasn’t so bad? But there was one small problem, which might have been simple for someone else, but for Ruslan it was an obstacle in the future. At school, he was often bullied by a guy one grade older. That annoying red hair, freckled face. Ruslan tried to avoid him - Danila. They both had a mutual dislike for each other, and even Ruslan himself didn’t know the reason.

*One of those days, Ruslan was a little late for his first lesson, so he ran out of breath down the school corridor to the chemistry room. Almost there, Ruslan, not noticing a silhouette coming out from around the corner, crashed into it. The man fell to the floor and pulled Ruslan along with him. Tushentsov came to, opened his eyes and saw a familiar face next to him - Danil Kashin. Frowning, he stood up abruptly and shook himself. Someone said after him: "At least watch where you're going, stutterer." Ruslan had long since gotten used to this nickname, it was given to him in honor of his illness - Tourette syndrome. Ruslan stuttered, stuttered terribly and sometimes shouted out all sorts of nonsense.

• Stop calling m-m-me that.

Kashin got up from the floor and mimicked him: “W-w-w-what?”

• Leave me alone. I'm late for class. You're in my way, redhead.

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