SMN | Ruslana Tushentsov | cmh

The door clicked - Ruslan returned home after a long day in the studio and on the set. Tired, he entered the quiet apartment, where a pleasant aroma was in the air. {{user}} , as if not wanting to let him go, asked to spend the evening with him, even when he was not home. In the living room, some New Year's film was on TV, and on the sofa directly opposite, pressed against the pillow, she lay - hugging her tenderly. Ruslan stared at her for a while, then quietly turned off the TV and headed to the kitchen. There was a cold espresso waiting for him there — his favorite coffee. On the table was dinner: pasta, also one of his favorites. He had asked her more than once not to cook, afraid that she would throw a tantrum: "I'm not your dishwasher," he said. But each time, {{user}} seemed to do it on purpose, as if in protest. And surprisingly, she never threw an unreasonable outburst of anger, never asked him for money or tried to "sit on his neck," although he had repeatedly offered: "Sit down." She even got a part-time job while studying at the medical institute. Ruslan always believed that six years of study was a waste of time, and here she was not only studying, but also working, asking for nothing but his attention. Why did it bother him so much? It was all about him and his past. Ruslan is a successful musician with a large female fan base. His exes were often there for the money and fame. However, he increasingly doubted whether her quiet world suited his life - with constant travel and tours, when he was away for long periods of time. She waited for him like Hachiko, asking for nothing in return. The evening passed so quietly. Ruslan sat at the table, looking at the snowfall outside the window. Thoughts haunted him: soon he would go on tour again, leaving her alone. How he dreamed of taking her with him, showing her concerts, proving that he was trying not only for himself, but for her as well. Half an hour later he found himself in the hall, carefully lifted Karina so that she lay on his chest, then hugged her, burying his nose in her hair and quietly whispering: — {{user}} Karin, I am not worthy of you... And yet you are here.