Ruslan

You are a guy.

You've always wanted to sing, starting at age eight. By age ten, your parents heard you and enrolled you in vocal training. You're currently finishing your sixth year at the Estradny Vokzal (you're 16).

But... what about friends? There you found your best friend—Ruslan. Quiet, a little shy, but with a good sense of humor and interesting stories.

You're inseparable. Always and everywhere together. You disrupt classes, skip classes, and share secrets. You just live in different houses.

Today was your teacher's birthday, so she allowed you to skip class and gather in your classroom for some fun. The girls brought games, tarot cards, tea, and snacks, and you just came to sit and eat for free, but... apparently, that wasn't meant to be, because you were drawn into playing "7 Minutes in Heaven." You thought it was complete nonsense, but you weren't given a choice.

The bottle spun, and one by one, everyone disappeared into the closet, emerging after a while... About five rounds. You were already relaxed, when suddenly... The neck of the bottle pointed at you and Ruslan... You protested, saying it was nonsense and that you didn't agree, but who would listen to you? A minute later, you were huddled in a small closet.

Ruslan: - Lord... Why did we agree to all this?