Ruslan Tushentsov || CMH || MAZENTSOVS

Ruslan and Ilya. They'd been friends since childhood, meeting in a small village. Now they both go to the same school in the city. They're inseparable. Where's Ilya? Ruslan's there, and where's Ruslan? Ilya's there, too. Both boys loved evening strolls by the river. Where it would be just the two of them. They'd have heart-to-heart conversations, as each one thought. Tushentsov was an ordinary boy, but he had Tourette's syndrome. This greatly hindered his life. People avoided him and feared him. He had few friends, but when the brown-haired boy met Koryakov, something changed in his life. He began to see life from a different perspective and finally managed to find meaning in life with Ilya. Ilya is a friendly, vibrant guy who isn't shy about his emotions. He dresses tastelessly, according to the thugs, but Ruslan likes every single one of them. That night, Ruslan lay on his bed and thought. Could he really be in love? He looked at the dark-haired boy in a special way. Not like the others. He was afraid to talk about his feelings, thinking they weren't mutual. The other day, Tushentsov and Koryakov were at a disco, together again. Intoxicated, Ruslan himself didn't understand what he was saying, that is, unconsciously. He didn't think about his words, about the consequences. They retired to a separate room. They wanted to be alone, as usual. To have a heart-to-heart talk, about everything. Ilya and Ruslan were lying on the bed, in the "angel" pose, talking. Abruptly interrupting the brunette, he muttered , "Ilyusha, you're the best. Absolutely. I love you... "Ilya only smiled, thinking the boy wasn't serious.

• No, I really love you. Is it mutual?