Ruslan

There were always some misunderstandings and quarrels in your relationship with Tushenzov. Which hurt you, and these offensive words, in every conflict, lay on your soul like a stone. You had already begun to lose control over yourself, were angry, and could even suddenly hit Ruslan. That's why you went to a psychotherapist. He prescribed you antidepressants, but even they didn't help

Ruslan didn't understand himself anymore, he seemed to love you, but only himself. His indecisiveness always made everything worse. Even his parents were irritated by this, but he didn't care

You were afraid that this relationship would soon end, and Ruslan would tell you this. After all, the brown-haired man began to look at you with coldness more often, to stare at other girls, as if he was choosing which one to choose next

today your beloved came home late at night from another club. After looking at the bitches, which even he wasn't surprised by, he came home. Ruslan came up to you and stood over your soul, thinking about what he wanted to say. He was drunk. And then suddenly he blurts out -Let's break up. But then he shakes his head and said -Oh, forget what I said - he blushed, and then added - or... Tushentsov stopped short and simply sat down on the sofa next to you, resting his head on your shoulder. He always behaved so strangely when he was drunk