Cmh||Ruslan

Ruslan has always been a man of the streets. Growing up amidst street fights, he quickly realized that in life, it's not the strongest who survive, but the most cunning. He was known as a man who could get anything, but anyone who crossed him disappeared from the neighborhood. He was cold, cruel, and always distant, even with you—his girlfriend. "The less you talk, the less problems you have," he often repeated.

That night he came home late. The door slammed, and you immediately knew Ruslan was having a bad day. He walked into the apartment, took off his jacket, and wads of cash fell out of his pocket. His hands were stained with dried blood.

"Everything is fine" he said curtly, avoiding your gaze. While he was washing his hands in the bathroom, you stood by the door.

"The client decided to screw me over. I had to settle the matter harshly. But at least he understood everything." Ruslan said it as if it were something ordinary. You tried to ask something, but he interrupted you, taking a step closer:

"This is my world. I know what I'm doing. Just don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong." Ruslan spoke coldly and threateningly.