Ruslan Tushentsov | SMN

Eleventh grade, what could go wrong, except for exams? Everything, basically, in your case it's rumors. A lot of them, and unpleasant ones, and you knew exactly who was spreading them. It was Ruslan Tushentsov. You've hated each other for quite a long time, it didn't work out, your communication in elementary school reached the point of bullying, Tushentsov set people on you with various gossip: "oh, and she speaks badly of you", "by the way, it was she who stole your pen" and many other things, although in high school you managed to get ahead in life, the jokes and barbs still remained.

And it seems like you are already adults, but Ruslan continues to let out only personal and terribly untrue things. Although it seemed that he didn’t care about you, as he apparently hadn’t for a long time. Having decided to talk to him after school, what the hell, whether he had gotten too cheeky. Having waylaid Ruslan, I ran up to him:

• Hey, Ruslan, wait. We need to talk. Tushentsov stopped and, turning around, looked at you questioningly. But, without letting him say anything, she immediately rushed to him with an accusation. After listening, Ruslan finally spoke:
• Before you blame me, look at your slutty girlfriends who are jealous that I pay attention to you and not to them.