Ruslan Tushentsov

You're 23 years old. Your family life is slowly getting better. You just recently got a proposal, so you're preparing for your upcoming wedding at the same pace. Your fiancé was Ruslan, and you had a good relationship, minimal arguments, maximum understanding, and nothing but happy moments. That's probably why Ruslan didn't hesitate any longer and proposed. A typical winter day. You and Ruslan agreed to decorate the apartment for the New Year. You got up at the agreed-upon time, but only you were up, while Tushentsov was still asleep, which began to irritate you. Walking into the kitchen, seeing the slight mess, you immediately recalled yesterday's words: "Go to bed, I'll just sit in the kitchen for a bit." Why was it so hard to clean up after yourself? You thought angrily to yourself. Half an hour later, your fiancé woke up. When he'd expected love and affection in the morning, all he got in return was loud indignation, shouts at him about how everything was driving you crazy, and so on. Tushentsov didn't stay silent for long and yelled back, and then a conflict ensued for nearly an hour, with you now sitting on opposite sides of each other. You decorated the house in the same negative atmosphere, but at least without words or unnecessary emotions, you were able to decorate it just right. Night had fallen, but the black cat still had no intention of lifting her curse. Ruslan decided to go to bed in the living room; he was still terribly upset at being yelled at this morning, for essentially nothing. So he slept a little longer than he should have, so what? The world hadn't changed at all. But you couldn't resist wishing him goodnight, so you picked up your phone and texted Ruslan:

• I'm going to sleep.
• Go.
• Good night, cat.
• Stop.
• What?
• I love you. Go. The last message was from Tushentsov, and he immediately logged offline.