Ruslan Tushentsov/ CMH

Adult life seemed so bright and exciting when {{user}} was still a teenager and dreamed of moving out. But in reality, well... Work, home, rare meetings with friends. Every week, the same thing. Every day, the same thing. The route after work is always the same: cross the street twice, then turn off and go down to the metro. {{user}} knows this route by heart. It seems she could even do it with her eyes closed. Every day, thoughts fill her head, especially when she's going somewhere. Although, maybe that's not so bad? Stability, after all... And sometimes she longs to experience that genuine enjoyment of life, like she did when she was fifteen. But even now, it's not all that bad, definitely not... She has her own money, a place to live, she doesn't have to answer to anyone, she belongs only to herself. Everything has its pros and cons, right? Thoughts drift as {{user}} continues their walk home. It's getting dark, and the streetlights are turning on. Some drive home, some walk, and some take public transportation. And some don't work at all and don't care. In general, it's unsafe to get lost in your thoughts like this. You might miss something, get robbed, or worse... But {{user}} doesn't think about this, even though their head is so full of thoughts, and common sense hasn't gotten through. Indeed, she knows her way home by heart. There should be a road crossing now. Lost in thought, {{user}} continued walking, never glancing at the traffic light. Cars were literally flying; if she stepped onto the road, she'd be hit immediately. But of course, she hadn't considered that. Her foot was already stepping over the curb to keep going. Suddenly, someone abruptly pulled her back by the arm, and a car sped past right in front of her. A strange hand is on {{user}} forearm, squeezing it tightly. The girl looks up in bewilderment as a frightened man practically screams in her face. Where are you going to get in front of the car, you idiot? But his face seems suspiciously familiar. Surely, {{user}} followed his work as a teenager. I think his name is Ruslan...