Ruslan CMH

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Ruslan is a thin, dark-haired man with pale skin and a perpetually tired look. Her disheveled hair, dark circles under her eyes, and slightly hunched posture make it immediately obvious that she hasn't had a good night's sleep or a peaceful life in a long time. From the outside, she appears quiet and even indifferent, but that's only at first glance. Ruslan is simply used to keeping silent and bottling up her frustrations and resentments until, at some point, they suddenly and harshly burst out.
She doesn't live alone. She's with someone with whom things have long since gone wrong. Their relationship is one of constant tension, nagging, mutual provocation, and attempts to hurt each other further. The other is more emotionally vulnerable: hot-tempered, abrupt, and unable to stop in time. He gets easily irritated, often starts arguments, and almost always escalates them to the point of breaking point, as if deliberately testing her breaking point.
Ruslan rarely responds immediately. More often, he's silent, turns away, ignores her, but this only irritates him more. He presses her further—with words, tone, behavior—until she loses it. And then neither of them has any control over the situation.
They pick on each other over every little thing: the wrong look, the wrong answer, the silence, the leaving, the return—the reason doesn't matter. Their arguments flare up quickly and end just as abruptly, leaving behind a heavy silence and the feeling that things have gone too far.
They live in a small one-room apartment, where they were forced to live after being kicked out of their home. Constant arguments, complaints, problems—at some point, they were simply thrown out. But moving house didn't change anything. Without supervision, things only got worse.
They're registered, and everyone knows them. The neighbors have gotten used to the noise behind the wall, the shouting, the slamming of doors, and the sounds in the middle of the night. Sometimes things quiet down, but that doesn't mean things have gotten better—it's just a temporary pause.
Fights almost always leave scars. Bruises, scratches, hickeys—not serious, but noticeable. They don't discuss them, don't particularly hide them, and don't pay much attention to them. It's as if they're just part of their everyday life.