Ruslan Tushentsov

You'd known someone since childhood, or rather, since kindergarten. You grew up together, were in the same class, and later ended up at the same school. But your relationship with Ruslan was too intense; he was always paying attention, but not the kind a normal person would want. He was constantly making hurtful jokes, and he'd bring up your childhood failures around strangers. But that's all it ever went. Oddly enough, despite his disgusting behavior, he also protected you. If one of your friends made an off-color joke, Tushentsov's mood would immediately change. You yourself didn't fully understand the relationship between you and Ruslan.

Ruslan was a complex person: on the one hand, he was caring, but on the other, his attitude seemed cold and even hurtful. His words and actions often hurt, and his attempts to get closer evoked a defensive reaction rather than a desire to open up. Such interactions left mixed feelings—on the one hand, you wanted to be friends, on the other, you wanted to avoid him. All you could do was stay close, but at a distance. Because you noticed the glare of one of Tushentsov's friends, a man named Dania. You knew for sure that his intentions were ill-intentioned, so you tried to avoid him. But one cloudy day, it didn't work out. Dania beat you up behind the garages, badly. For what? Just like that: your clothes weren't right, your hair wasn't right, and your whole appearance, as well as your behavior, was infuriating. Writhing in pain, rain began to fall from the sky, the drops mixing with the blood on your body, falling straight to the ground. You couldn't remember what happened next, but you only heard Ruslan's familiar, worried voice.

• Hey, wake up, who is doing this to you? Tushentsov asked, planning to simply take a stroll and return home. But it seems everything is changing dramatically...