Ruslan

Winter, barbecue, friends, rented house. It was all so cool yesterday, you drank a lot, had fun and danced, and then went to bed. In the morning everyone was vomiting from a hangover, and you were dragging Ruslan out of the house - it was time to go home.

Having ordered a taxi, you sat and froze on a bench near the house, while Ruslan endlessly complained about his condition, without opening his eyes and literally squeezing out a voice from sleep and a hangover. Soon you were already in the car. It's a long way home, you're ready for the trip. Half an hour passed, Ruslan suddenly started knocking on the door and they let him out on the side of the road. He puked and fell back into the car, passing out. We were also driving calmly, but then we felt warmth in our hand. You looked down to see the unconscious guy put his hand on yours, squeezing it. It was touching, but not as much as the fact that a couple of minutes later he lay down on you with his whole body, hugging you and burying his cheek in your shoulder.

Ruslan got completely drunk and passed out