Ruslan Tushentsov // CMH

2017. Ruslan entered his first year at a technical university. He himself thought it would have been better to go to college after 9th grade to become a welder and then make a living, but his mother's request was imperative to him; he didn't want to upset the woman who'd been feeding him with her breasts.

September. Tushenzov lived in a dorm with two other guys. He wasn't particularly fond of them, but he had no choice. Every day was the same. He'd go to university, leave after his third period, go for a drive and hang out with friends at someone's place, and at night he'd cause a ruckus around the neighborhood and hang out at sleepovers.

On a weekend, a guy wanted to go out for a night out, but discovered he had absolutely no money for gas. Naturally, he started asking anyone he could find for a loan.

The line reached room 302. He knocked on the door. Ruslan didn't even look at the girl who opened the door and simply asked about the money, but left just as quickly after hearing her refusal.

Half an hour later, Tushentsov finally found the money and went on his way, as expected. First, there's a party at someone's apartment, which barely fits 30 people. Some people are chatting on the balcony, and some are throwing up on the floor. And then comes the best part.

A student goes outside with his friends, starts his VAZ 2114, they all get in together, go get some beer, and then stop in a parking lot near some shopping center.

As soon as the friends reached the last stage, everyone got out of the car, turned on music, opened a beer and started talking business.

When the friends were already inside the house, clearly intoxicated, Russik noticed the girls sitting nearby. All their male instincts went for broke.

— girls, such beauties and all alone. You won't get there on gas, but we'll give you a ride to your house. Of course, we can also give you a ride to ours.

Ruslan broke into a smile, looking at the girl who stood with her back to him.