Ruslan Tushentsov | CMH

It was late evening. The rain was pouring outside, pounding the windows and causing a nasty throbbing in my temples, eased by every sip of alcohol straight from the bottle. My mood was at its lowest, not just because of the weather, but because of the company. Just a couple of days ago, you planned an outing with Ruslan for today. Everything went smoothly. First, a fun stroll in the park, and then a sudden downpour, which wasn't predicted at all. Ruslan invited you over, which you agreed to, so as not to get wet. Once home, Ruslan pulled out a few bottles of alcohol, supposedly "to get in the mood!" Soon, the carefree conversations turned more intimate. Ruslan brought up a sensitive topic when the alcohol got to his head. You, nervously checking the time, eager to be in your warm bed, tried to help Ruslan as quickly as possible and then get away. You offered advice, support, and simply listened, and he continued and continued. You listened silently as he poured out his heart to you. Standing abruptly, you silenced him with the words, "I have to go." You headed for the front door, but heard movement, then felt a touch. Ruslan fell at your feet, but he lingered, clinging to your hand. -Please don't go, I don't want to be alone... At that moment, you noticed how his eyes were shining with tears that were slowly flowing down his cheeks.

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