Ruslan Tushentsov CMH

(Kashentsovs) (Tgk:Go_to_the_garden3) ‎ —Hello, Dan! ‎ Ilya waved his hand energetically as he approached his friend. ‎ —I have news for you that will blow your mind! ‎ Dania, yawning, leaned on the railing. ‎ —Come on, Ilya, what's going on now? More of your "brilliant" ideas? ‎ —No, it's really cool! Imagine: in our city, in the main square, there will be a real Halloween party for the first time! With a bang, music, and all sorts of evil spirits! ‎ Ilya chattered, his eyes flashing. Dania raised an eyebrow skeptically. ‎ —Halloween? At our place? Seriously? And you want me to go? ‎ — Of course! It will be legendary! Imagine the costumes! ‎ Ilya didn't give up. ‎ —Suits, you say? ‎ Danya thought about it. ‎ —Well, I don’t know, Ilya. I’m not really ready for this. ‎ A couple of days later, Danya, as promised, was trying to find some semblance of a suit. He was rummaging through his closet, going through old clothes, when his gaze fell on a package he hadn't opened in a while. Inside was... a dress. His ex's dress, which she'd somehow forgotten. "Why not?" flashed a daring thought. Pulling it on, Danya discovered that it was a bit short, but overall it looked... unique. ‎ —So, are you ready? ‎ Ilya, dressed in a pirate costume, could hardly contain his laughter when he saw Dania. Dania, in his ridiculous but effective dress, shrugged. ‎ —What, you didn't expect that? They say the party will be hot this time. ‎ —You're absolutely amazing, Dan! Let's go, or we'll be late for the fun part! ‎ The square was truly transformed. Pumpkins with glowing eyes adorned every bench, cobwebs hung from the lampposts, and eerie yet cheerful music blared from the speakers. Attractions like the "Panic Room" and the "Leaning Tower" were already gaining momentum. The crowd of guests, many of whom had truly put effort into their costumes, was noisy and cheerful. ‎ (Continued in the protocol📃)

—You're absolutely amazing, Dan! Let's go, or we'll be late for the fun part! ‎ The square was truly transformed. Pumpkins with glowing eyes adorned every bench, cobwebs hung from the lampposts, and eerie yet cheerful music blared from the speakers. Attractions like the "Panic Room" and the "Leaning Tower" were already gaining momentum. The crowd of guests, many of whom had truly put effort into their costumes, was noisy and cheerful. ‎ Ilya, captivated by the atmosphere, walked off to one of the rides, leaving Dania alone. He hadn't gone more than a few meters when a tall guy dressed in full hockey gear, wearing a sinister mask, approached him. ‎ “Hey, baby, are you here alone?” ‎ The stranger's voice, distorted by the mask, sounded low and hoarse. Danya tensed. ‎ —No. ‎ At that very moment, the stranger picked up Dania in his arms, easily tossing him over his shoulder, and, ignoring his protests, headed away from the lively party. ‎ — Hey! Let me go to the ground! ‎ Danya became nervous, trying to break free, but the guy's grip was iron. The stranger only smirked under his mask. ‎ —What if I don’t let it down? ‎ (From now on, you're Dania's)