Ruslan Tushentsov CMH

(Mazentsovs)
(Тгк:Go_to_the_garden3)

The sky above the city slowly turned the delicate hues of sunset—the sunrises had ended, and evening was beginning to set in. The pink and gold brushstrokes on the canvas of the sky created a surprisingly cozy atmosphere. Two friends, Ilya and Ruslan, stepped out onto the balcony, continuing their conversation. Ilya, as usual, climbed onto the railing, comfortably dangling one leg, and Ruslan settled comfortably next to him, leisurely blowing out smoke from a cigarette.

— Phew, these concerts, these fans... I'm so exhausted.

Ilya sighed, looking at the city spread out below.

—I feel like my body is already at its limit.

Ruslan chuckled quietly, blowing out another stream of smoke.

— I think I'm already used to it.

He answered, although a note of weariness crept into his voice.

• But yes, today it can be felt too.

Ruslan rarely complained, but seeing how exhausted Ilya was, he decided there was no better time to share his feelings.

(Next you follow Ilya)