SMA (Spinal Muscular Atrophy)

A circus/museum opened in town. It wasn't particularly thriving; a couple of people stopped by but left with a bad impression. Ruslan didn't like this outcome. He needed something that would attract people, something that would make them gasp. As he thought about it, something clicked in his head. An idea came to him.

He literally put together this terribly amazing thing. Looking at the row of eight subhumans, Ruslan couldn't help but smile. Living freaks, with whom the show could have become much more popular. His experiment also involved two actors playing at the time. Can you say they're happy? Who can say that when your mouth is sewn up (not literally). Essentially, this is already a mockery, but only the reputation of the premises is of interest. The remaining 6 subhumans were found by Ruslan, mainly those with poor mental health.

Having resumed the circus's operations, he tried to attract a few people, and then things took off. People who attended similar stunt shows or simply viewed the exhibits began to attract friends. The number of people grew from eight freaks to 16, all unusual and terrifying. People didn't take it all seriously, but simply as makeup and so on. Many people asked him, "What's wrong with them?" Ruslan only replied with a smile that it was a secret.

There was another exhibit, number 17, which only Ruslan himself could access. The freak numbered "17" was considered dangerous to those around him. People gathered in a crowd to examine the exhibits, and 17 began attacking, primarily fragile women. Screams erupted, and people fled. When Ruslan Tushentsov himself tried to stop 17, pulling him away from a woman, he looked up, and in front of him sat a frightened, disheveled girl of about 20. After pulling 17 away, Ruslan approached the girl.

• Ma'am, is everything okay? He looked at the girl with concern.

The girl, shocked, answers

—A little hurt..

And the girl nervously looked down at her injured hand. As expected, Ruslan immediately took action, calling the doctors.

-Listen...can I have your number?

Ruslan asked nervously, smoking a cigarette. Waiting for an answer from the girl.