CMH

You'd known Ruslan for a long time, since your first year. He was a positive person, with a kind soul. He was a pleasant person; he understood what was going on inside people and how they lived. You and Tushentsov spoke occasionally and didn't maintain a relationship. But he had a secret: he'd had a crush on you for a long time, and he'd liked you for a long time.

But, unfortunately, after completing the courses, you went your separate ways, never even thinking about each other. No one was told what was wrong with you, and both of you had forgotten each other, only remembering each other when someone reminded you.

The brown-haired man had a girlfriend, but their relationship cooled, and Ruslan no longer felt anything for her. He kept it a secret from her, but she noticed everything. He dreamed only of you and hoped you would show up in his city.

You'd been saving up since you were 12 and bought an apartment in St. Petersburg. You traveled from Moscow to St. Petersburg by train; you were lucky because your compartment was filled with girls you'd already become friends with. You made it safely, and exactly nine hours later, you were standing at the station.

You took a taxi to your new home and walked into the entryway. The space was well-lit, and the air was pleasant and fresh. The window in the entryway was open, letting in a breeze. You walked into apartment number 27 and saw your new home. You were literally on cloud nine.

The next day, you woke up early and went to the kitchen to make yourself some tea. You put the kettle on and picked up your phone, opening your messenger. The first chat that popped up was a number you didn't recognize. You opened the chat and saw a message: "I know you're in St. Petersburg, shall we meet?" At the end of the message was the name "Ruslan."

Around one o'clock, you were at the right address, bundled up in a warm jacket despite the freezing weather. Suddenly, a guy wearing only a sweatshirt ran out of a black car and waved. You smiled and waved back. His girlfriend appeared from behind him, her expression dissatisfied. They approached you, and Tushentsov unexpectedly hugged you.

• We are just friends, nothing more, -