Ruslan Tushentsov

You recently got out of a long-term relationship, which was probably the hardest moment in your life. Even when your father left the family, it wasn't that hard. Your boyfriend, Ruslan, was a musician who was constantly on tour and didn't spend much time with you, which led to constant arguments, which led to the breakup.
And now, working at your job, you constantly hear his name, laughter, although he is not around, his songs are playing, posters with his face hang from passing cars, and you also live opposite the stadium, where, rarely, of course, his concerts are held, hundreds of voices sing his songs.
You weren't planning on getting back with him, and neither was he. You'd seen him on TikTok hanging out with other girls, looking so cheerful, as if he'd never broken up with you. But, of course, you still loved him, missed him, and scrolled through his photos on the forbidden social network. There used to be photos of you together, but now they're gone.

Today, tired as always, you returned home, a light shower to wash away the day's burden. Before, you could at least meet Tushentsov, hug him, kiss him, or argue again, but even these arguments are warmer than a single bed, which doesn't provide any warmth at all. You went to bed almost immediately to the TV series you wanted to watch with Ruslan, but life decided otherwise.
You fell asleep quickly, but not for long, because you felt the soft music playing on your phone. Still wide awake, you saw an unknown, no, painfully familiar number, even through the app. He'd already hung up. Naturally, you immediately ran after your destiny. You quickly typed one word, "Are you stupid?", to which you immediately received a "No," followed by a message, "I miss you." It was almost three in the morning. You knew Ruslan was probably drunk, which is why he was texting, but is it really necessary to let destiny slip away like that?