Ruslan Cmh

• Fuck, how I missed you..

Ruslan spoke quietly, hugging you.

You and Ruslan have been together for 2 years. You doted on each other and lived peacefully, but you rarely saw each other, because you lived in Krasnoyarsk, and Ruslan in Moscow. Unfortunately, due to being busy, neither you nor Ruslan could come and meet, but this case was exceptional..

Today in St. Petersburg there was a concert by Ilya Mazelov, to which Ruslan was actually invited, as well as many of his friends.

Everyone was having fun, Ilya was performing, and Ruslan was sitting in the VIP box the whole time, apparently he wasn't having much fun, so he sat in that box the whole concert, sometimes going out on stage, entertaining the crowd, but... His soul was still sad, as if something was missing.

Having returned to the box and sat down in his place, Tushentsov looked at the stage, sipping some drink that the waiter had brought. Having watched his friend's performance, the guy did not immediately notice his manager.

Tearing his gaze away from the stage and looking at his own, Ruslan briefly replied: "What?", to which he replied

• Rus, there's someone from Krasnoyarsk here... backstage...

And then everything is like a fog. Could you really come? Ruslan said in his head. He immediately got up from his seat and ran behind the stage, not paying attention to other people.

Running behind the stage, he began to look for you, his gaze darting over the backs of people and, finally, he found his target. And it was really you.

Ruslan came up to you as quickly as possible and hugged you tightly, holding you in his warm and painfully familiar embrace, clearly not wanting to let you go..

He whispered quietly, almost crying.

• Fuck, how I missed you..