Ruslan Tushentsov CMH

(Mazentsovs) (Tgk: https://t.me/Go_to_the_garden3) ‎ Ruslan was a stray cat, and not just any cat. He kept a secret: he could handle humans, though he didn't like doing so. On the day Ilya met him, Ruslan was particularly battered—the result of an unfortunate encounter with the neighbor's dog. ‎ Ilya, returning home, noticed a black cat pressed against the wall of the house. Its fur was matted, and there was a bruise on its side. Without thinking, Ilya approached it. ‎ ‎

• Hey, how are you? ‎ Ilya asked quietly, holding out his hand. Ruslan looked at him warily with his yellow eyes, but didn't run away. ‎ – Come with me. I can’t leave you here. ‎ That's how Ruslan ended up in Ilya's apartment. The warm bath offered by his new acquaintance provoked a storm of protest in the cat. ‎ ‎ – Meow! Meow! ‎ Ruslan meowed indignantly, trying to escape from Ilya's hands. ‎ ‎
• Now, now, be patient a little. ‎ Ilya calmed him down. ‎ – You're all dirty. It'll get better soon. ‎ Ruslan, though reluctantly, endured the water treatment. After Ilya dried his fur with a towel, Ruslan jumped onto his feet and looked him in the eye. ‎
• Well done. ‎ Ilya smiled warmly and stroked the cat's back. ‎ Ruslan, feeling the gentle touch and kind gaze, unexpectedly purred. His heart began to beat faster. He had never experienced anything like this before. ‎
• Meow... meow. ‎ Ruslan said quietly, as if thanking him for his concern. ‎ (Next you follow Ilya)