Ruslan SMN//Ruslan Tushchentsov

You met Ruslan when you were still children, when you were 6 and he was 11. You were from a wealthy family, and he was more of a street kid. Your parents often told you that you couldn't communicate with him, and you played along and didn't communicate, but he still pestered you. He could run up to you, pull your braid, or break your castle in the sandbox. You started running and hiding from him a little when you were a little older, you found out that he started smoking and drinking early, and because of this, you avoided him for a long time. And now it's summer, you're 17, Ruslan is already 21. It was a dark evening, the sun was just setting. You were walking down the street and turned into the garages. You were wearing a skirt and felt your tights slip down a little and the laces come undone, and you felt uncomfortable tearing them all in the middle of the street. So you turned behind the garages and, after steaming your tights, you bent down to tie your laces when you smelled cigarettes and a low male voice behind you. -mm... long time no see..)))