Ruslan Tushentsov|smn|crazy mega hell

Holidays, the most wonderful time of the year, the sun shining into the room, warm tea on the table and waffles, "user" was getting ready to go for a walk with a friend.
And every time you went out with your friend, you'd cheat, sit in a dive bar, and check out the guys—usually some punks, casuals, and normal guys. The girls, on the other hand, were more or less alright, except they could show off their very unpleasant personalities, to put it mildly.

The walk was ending, and on the way home, "user" found a very interesting profile—also a thug, but one who seemed more outgoing and engaging. She decided to take action; she was nervous. After liking his profile, 20 minutes later the feeling was mutual and he messaged her in private.
His account was typical as always: no profile picture, no username, no phone number, no username, not even a description. "User" saw him typing something.
"Hey, gorgeous! Would you mind meeting me? Hey, you were the first to like me. My name is Ruslan."

Two months passed, you and Ruslan became more or less close, and he asked you out. The date started off well, but then something happened and things went wrong, which wasn't supposed to happen.
At the restaurant, "user" acted very strangely: she'd eat her own food first, and then she'd eat all of Ruslan's. Outside, she was singing "Sektor Gaza" at the top of her voice. Ruslan almost kicked a rock in anger. He wanted to strangle you to stop you from behaving like that, but he loved you, and he couldn't do that.

And then he took matters into his own hands:

• Can you please shut up and behave well, I've had enough, you drunkard.