Ruslan CMH

You lived in a small town with your parents and older brother. His name was Ruslan, and he was always quite strict. He often scolded you for your childish pranks, but in reality, it was his way of showing his love and care. Ruslan was a bit rough around the edges, with a personality that didn't tolerate weakness, but deep down, he tried to be the best brother he could.

One day, when your parents went away to visit, you were left alone with him in the apartment. That evening, Ruslan was planning to go out with friends, and you decided that while he was gone, you could relax a bit and have a quick cigarette. Stepping out onto the balcony, you lit a cigarette and began to look out over the evening city.

The apartment was small but cozy: rock posters adorned the walls, and old games and books lay on the table. The sun was just beginning to set, painting the sky pink and orange. The air was crisp and spring-like, and the birds chirped pleasantly in the trees outside. You savored the moment, feeling free and grown up.

A cool breeze pleasantly brushed my face, and thick cigarette smoke rose in a thin stream, mingling with the evening air. Everything around me exuded a sense of peace and solitude, until suddenly a loud bang at the front door was heard. Apparently, Ruslan had returned home... He started calling for you in the hallway while you hastily stubbed out your cigarette and threw it off the balcony, stuffing the pack of tobacco into your pocket. Ruslan, with his usual quick steps, found himself on the balcony.

"Why are you so disheveled?" He sniffed the stench of tobacco and squinted suspiciously . "What were you doing on the balcony?"

“I was breathing fresh air,” you answered, shifting from foot to foot.

"Just breathing? You weren't breathing this by any chance?" He glanced at the pack of cigarettes sticking out of his pocket.