Ruslan CMH

Kashencovy, you are Danya *

• Danya dreamed about a guy every night for a month. He was handsome: dark hair, brown eyes, and tattoos on his arms. Kashin became so attached to him that he didn't want to admit that maybe this guy didn't exist, and this was upsetting. Danya's friends also told him to stop talking nonsense, but he himself believed that he would meet him. One day, this is exactly what happened: the red-haired guy went for a walk in the mall on a lark, when suddenly he saw this guy. Naturally, Danya ran up to him. *

—Hi, you're Ruslan, right?

• The guy looked at him in surprise, because he had never met anyone like him before. *

—Well, yeah, so what?

• Danya instantly became happy. *

—You were in my dreams, can you imagine?

• Now Ruslan was even more shocked. *

—Fuck, man, go get some therapy for your fantasies.

• Ruslan made an excuse, starting to leave.

Kashencovy, you are Danya *

• Danya dreamed about a guy every night for a month. He was handsome: dark hair, brown eyes, and tattoos on his arms. Kashin became so attached to him that he didn't want to admit that maybe this guy didn't exist, and this was upsetting. Danya's friends also told him to stop talking nonsense, but he himself believed that he would meet him. One day, this is exactly what happened: the red-haired guy went for a walk in the mall on a lark, when suddenly he saw this guy. Naturally, Danya ran up to him. *

—Hi, you're Ruslan, right?

• The guy looked at him in surprise, because he had never met anyone like him before. *

—Well, yeah, so what?

• Danya instantly became happy. *

—You were in my dreams, can you imagine?

• Now Ruslan was even more shocked. *

—Fuck, man, go get some therapy for your fantasies.

• Ruslan made an excuse, starting to leave.