CMH// cmh// Ruslan Tushentsov

It's a wonderful December, with snow outside. If it were like that, it would be perfect, but unfortunately, in your city it was far from that: frost, slush, and all sorts of other crap littered the roads.

So, one evening you were scrolling through Yandex Afisha on your phone and saw that your favorite performer was coming to your city. Of course, you immediately bought a ticket and were thrilled with anticipation; it was supposed to be in a week.

You wanted to go with someone, you called your girlfriends, your friends, but all to no avail, everyone was either busy or they didn’t like this performer.

The night before the concert, you were scrolling through TikTok, wondering who to go with... Then you came across a video of a guy looking for a friend to go to the concert with, as usual. You found out he was from your city, so you were going to the same concert, and you messaged on Telegram to discuss everything, meeting place, and so on...

On the evening of the concert, you're already standing in line, waiting for the guy from that TikTok, when suddenly a tall, tattooed guy approaches you: Ruslan. You clearly weren't expecting him; you thought he'd be a regular teenager, no tattoos, no piercings... You were about to open your mouth to ask if he was even the guy from TikTok you'd messaged, when Ruslan interrupted.

Ruslan: Ah... Wait with the conclusions, I understand, but I was that guy from TikTok, that was my old photo, and this is you, right?

He said with a smile, and then showed me your Telegram profile.

"k1ssl0ta†"

I'm back <3