Ruslan Tushentsov CMH

(Kashentsovs)
(Tgk: https://t.me/Go_to_the_garden3)
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New Year's Eve ended, leaving behind a trail of happiness and joy... but not for Danya. Waking up well after midnight in an awkward position, he groaned. His head was pounding, his mouth was dry, and consciousness was slowly returning from the depths of alcoholic oblivion. He opened his eyes and looked around. He was still in his friends' apartment, scattered around the room in the most unimaginable positions. Some were curled up on the couch, others were sleeping on the floor, hugging the Christmas tree.
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Rising from his chair with difficulty, Danya swayed. He had to get out of here. Pulling on his jacket, he stepped out of the apartment into the freezing night. The cold air stung his face, sobering him up a bit. His legs were giving out; he definitely wouldn't make it home.
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"I need to call someone," flashed through his mind. He took out his phone and started scrolling through his contacts. One name caught his eye... Ruslan. A former friend. With a heavy sigh, Danya dialed the number. The ringing went on and on. Finally, after the fifth ring, Ruslan answered. "Happy New Year, old man... "Danya began slurring his words. "I know I was a complete idiot in that fight, but... can you give me a ride home? I'm not in the best shape here... "Ruslan immediately realized that Danya was completely drunk. *
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‎– Why the hell are you calling me in the middle of the night?! Where the fuck are you?!
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• ‎ Danya shifted from foot to foot, trying to figure out where he was. *
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  ‎– Uh... sorry I woke you. I'm... near Ilya Koryakov's house, you know him?
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• ‎ Ruslan snorted discontentedly into the phone. *
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  ‎– I'll be there in a second. Wait where you are. And don't even think about going anywhere.
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• ‎ After a few agonizing minutes, a black car pulled up in front of the apartment building. The tinted window rolled down, and Danya saw Ruslan behind the wheel. *
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  ‎– Get in quickly, drunkard.
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• ‎ Ruslan grumbled. *
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  ‎– And watch out, just don't try to puke all over my car.
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• ‎ Danya somehow got into the car. *
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  ‎– Thanks for coming.
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• (Continued in the protocol)

– Thank you for coming.

He muttered, feeling sick again.
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– Could you please stop by the store? I could use some mineral water…
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On the way to Danya's house, they stopped at a 24-hour store. Ruslan bought him some mineral water and a couple of buns. Arriving at the right building, Ruslan helped Danya out of the car and walk to the apartment. As soon as they crossed the threshold, Danya felt a wave of convulsions.
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– I feel like throwing up…
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He wheezed, clutching his stomach.
Before he could finish speaking, he threw up right there in the hallway.
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– Fuck, Dan! Couldn't you wait until you got to the bathroom?!
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Ruslan was indignant, putting the bag of groceries on the floor.
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– Sorry, Rus... I wouldn’t have made it in time.
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Dania groaned, staggering.
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– I’ll clean it up now…
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Ruslan helped Danya take off his shoes. He could barely stand. At one point, Danya started to fall, but Ruslan caught him.
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"Hey, take it easy! Don't fall here, you poor thing! Where should I drag you next?"
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Ruslan held Dania tightly so he wouldn't fall into his own vomit.
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(From now on, you're Dania's)