Ruslan Tushentsov

You were an incredibly beautiful girl, you could conquer any guy. Everyone loved you not only because of your appearance, but also because of your character. You were kind, sweet and at the same time so bright and cool; everyone had fun with you, and everyone dreamed of being friends with you. You also really loved discos, clubs, whiskey, alcohol and dancing - it made you literally feel alive, and so you often went to them, hung out, had fun, naturally, danced and drank.

Every weekend, and sometimes on weekday evenings, you went to parties, where you also often met new interesting people and found many friends - everything was great. This weekend, of course, was no exception: having put on your most beautiful dress and styled your hair beautifully, you started applying makeup. You drew even, perfect arrows, quickly applied eyeshadow and powder, heading to the club.

There it all started: loud music, dancing, singing, vodka - everyone was cheerful and relaxed, a paradise for you. You went to the bar counter, ordered your favorite cocktail, and when the waiter gave it to you, a guy suddenly paid for you. He was handsome, tall, with short dark hair and brown eyes. He asked you to get acquainted, and you, naturally, did not refuse.

The whole evening was just fabulous: you danced with him all the time, joked, chatted. You didn't pay attention to anyone, you didn't need anyone, just the two of you. Of course, because you had been dancing for so long, Ruslan was tired, but you weren't tired at all, you were used to it. He told you that he was tired and suggested that you go and rest, to which you only laughed, pulling him into the center of the hall. He couldn't help but grin and quietly said:

• My disco girl..