Ruslan Tushentsov || CMH

Cold autumn. Every day it becomes harder and harder to wake up from the cold. This time you overslept because you fell asleep late at night and didn't hear the alarm. And you couldn't be late, because the only train that went to work would arrive soon. And taking a taxi meant giving away gold.
So, after a couple of minutes, you jumped on the train, paying for the ride right away and taking a seat next to the guy. You took out your headphones, turned on the music, but it started lagging, and then it became clear that the subscription had ended. Already upset, you started to clean everything up, the ride was long, and in silence. As you saw that the guy sitting next to you handed her an earphone, looking at his brown eyes, dark blond hair in a bowl style, black hoodie and long denim shorts.

• Maybe we should listen to my music? My name is Ruslan.
  You carefully took the headphones, and then put them on, and he turned on the music. Listening to the music, you realized that the singer and Tushentsov's voices were similar.
  — Are these your tracks?
• Yeah, just starting. Do you like it? - said Ruslan, smiling a little.