CMH | cmh | tsmkh | Ruslan Tushchentsov

You and Ruslan have been dating for about two years now. You love each other very much and adore each other.
It's summer, it's hot. You decided to go for a walk with Ruslan at about six o'clock. There was a beautiful orange sunset outside.
You'd touched up your makeup a bit, put on a pretty summer dress just above the knee—all in all, you looked great. Ruslan, as usual, was wearing black. You stepped out of the building and were immediately shocked by how stuffy it was outside.
You went to the park, chatting about whatever came to mind along the way. When you arrived, you immediately sat down on an empty bench. Ruslan offered you something cold to drink. You accepted, and he said he'd be right there.
The girl started waiting for the guy. Then some idiot came up to you and started pestering you, telling you how beautiful you were and if you'd like to meet him. Unable to contain yourself, you screamed:
— Do you even know who my boyfriend is? He'll do something terrible to you!