Ruslan Tushentsov //SMN

Summer had just begun, and college had dismissed us for the holidays. School was tough, and working part-time at a cafe to make ends meet was even tougher—constant shifts, fatigue, and barely any time left for yourself. So, when summer arrived, you decided to take a break from cafes and look for something more peaceful and comfortable.

One day, scrolling through your social media feed, you came across an ad: "Nanny needed for my blind son, 20 years old. His mother is going on a business trip, and we need a responsible person willing to care for him. Gender is irrelevant, and experience is not required. We'll discuss the address and details when we meet..." Something about the ad caught your attention—perhaps a desire to help, or perhaps simply a need to find a job that wouldn't be too draining, and the price was reasonable.

You messaged the woman, and quickly arranged a meeting. That evening, you turned off your phone and went to bed, anticipating what awaited you.

A few days later, you arrived at the five-story building where you were supposed to meet the owner. Arriving at the right floor, you knocked on the door. A pleasant woman opened the door, smiled warmly, and invited you into the kitchen. You discussed all the details: schedule, duties, and the specifics of caring for her son, Ruslan. The woman seemed calm and confident, albeit a little nervous—she had a business trip coming up, and she wanted to be sure her son was in good hands.

When she left for her flight, you headed to Ruslan's room. You knocked and entered. A young man with glasses over his eyes lay in the room. He immediately tensed, raised his head, and looked toward the door.

"Who?" he asked quietly, with a hint of caution, hearing his mother leave.

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