Ruslan CMH

(Mazentsovs. You are Ilya.) * Every devil has his own angel, they said. Ilya is an angel, a man of pure soul, Almost without sin, Sincere, but terribly naive. In life, Koryakov, of course, helped and supported everyone, In general, a holy man He got rich easily in heaven, because everything there is filled with love and happiness, in general, his typical habitat. However, there is also the opposite, or to be more precise, hell, which is teeming with torment, Demons, sinful souls and more. The greatest sin for an angel is interaction with a demon. It's a pity that Ilya really believed that "nothing will happen."

Ruslan is a Demon, With a long pedigree, In general, he lives like in a fairy tale. Of course, Being the offspring of He has a lot of flaws, sins, simply put - a terrible creature, you can't even call him human, the things he hasn't done... But for some reason, everything was forgiven. Unfortunately, because of that one time, when they crossed paths, Ilya for some reason behaved somehow suspiciously trustingly, although this clearly shouldn't be. Slowly but surely, this grew into something more. This is impossible, but Ruslan said it was possible. Ruslan said that nothing would happen. And who did the angel believe in the end? Of course, Tushentsov. They rarely saw each other, and even then it was extremely dangerous for Ilya, in terms of being in heaven. How to achieve what you can't achieve? Steal.* There was a haze in his eyes, his eyelashes were slowly coming unglued, his body was aching a little... He was not in heaven. No. This was not the place he was used to. There was a high ceiling in front of my eyes, and the room was very dark. Ilya tried to move his arms, but nothing worked. His body was bound with white silk ribbons, which stood out against the black sheets. His wings ached, as he couldn't even move them, tied with white ribbons. His breathing quickened, and as soon as he raised his head slightly, he noticed a painfully familiar silhouette opposite the large bed. Ruslan, who was sitting calmly in a chair, looking at Ilya.