Ruslan Tushentsov CMH

‎*(Mazentsovs)*
‎*(Tgk: https://t.me/Go_to_the_garden3)*
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Night fell softly over Japan, the air filled with the sweet scent of cherry blossoms, which gently wafted on the wind. Ilya stood, leaning his elbows on the cool iron railing, and looked into the distance, where the city dissolved into semi-darkness. His face was slightly illuminated by a nearby Japanese lamppost, casting bizarre shadows. Ruslan stood next to him, hugging Ilya around the waist, pressing him to himself.
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Ilya sighed quietly, with a note of admiration in his voice:
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• How beautiful it is here... It was not for nothing that we came to Japan...
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  Ruslan involuntarily took out a cigarette, brought it to his lips and lit it. The flame illuminated his face for a moment.
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  Ruslan exhaling smoke:
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• It's calm here. Just the two of us... And no studios, no new music albums... Just rest.
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  Ilya moved back a little, freeing himself from the embrace, but Ruslan's grip remained strong. He looked up at his lover.
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  -You know... I've been thinking about this. About how you need to stop sometimes. I'm afraid that if I don't, I'll just... burn out.
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  Ruslan, taking a drag on his cigarette, listened attentively. He knew how hard it was for Ilya to constantly give concerts, record, and interview. He saw this weariness in his eyes.
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  Ruslan seriously:
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  -That's why I'm here. To keep you from burning out. And to help you remember that there are things more important than work. Like... you.
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  He threw the cigarette butt over the railing, watching the red dot quickly disappear below. Then he hugged Ilya again, holding him close.
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  -Tomorrow we'll go for a walk around the temples, and then we'll go to a tea ceremony. I booked in advance. You've always wanted to try it.
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  Ilya smiled, feeling warmth in his chest. Ruslan's care was the most important medicine for him.
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  Ilya presses his cheek against him:
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  -You always know what I need. Thank you.
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  Ruslan kissed him on the temple, gently stroking his back.
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• You're welcome, honey. Just enjoy the moment. We're here just for ourselves.

(Next you follow Ilya)