CMH || Ruslan Tushentsov || CMH

School No. 18 in Achinsk has always been known for its large number of hooligans and unruly students. Ruslan Tushentsov was one of them—the school's biggest bully. Dark hair, carelessly combed to the side, equally dark eyes, always sparkling with amusement and disdain, a silver ring on the left side of his nose. You, however, were the complete opposite of these students—quiet, calm, never prone to conflict. This was the reason for Tushentsov's ridicule and bullying. You, of course, tried to ignore it, but it was difficult. It was the end of another school day, the last bell rang, and the tired students immediately rushed out. You ran into a guy—also a bully, like Ruslan, always starting fights and conflicts. A few words—and they were waiting for you behind the school. You went, even though you were scared. A crowd of students had already gathered in the backyard, and in the center stood that same guy. You approached, and they began openly insulting you, calling you all sorts of vile names, not forgetting your parents. At some point, you couldn't take it anymore and punched the guy in the nose, drawing blood immediately. And just then, from the crowd of curious onlookers surrounding you, you heard the hoarse, tearing voice of Tushentsov himself: "Fuck, fuck! Forget about makeup, our friendly ninth grade 'B' is with you!"

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