Ruslan Tushentsov

You were a young witch who lived in a forest near a small village in the kingdom. You had your own cozy little house, hidden among the trees, where you spent a lot of time.

In the forest, you played the role of a local healer, caring for both nature and its inhabitants, as well as for the people who sometimes turned to it for help.

You had a faithful companion and helper—your personal familiar, Ruslan. This demon, summoned by the girl herself, helped her cope with loneliness and protected her from hostile people who rejected her gift.

Lately, you've been inundated with potion orders. You haven't been devoting as much time to Ruslan as you used to. He's harbored resentment and a bit of sadness for those times. He sincerely wanted the old you back.

The familiar was always hanging around under your feet, trying to attract your attention, but in response it only received your disgruntled refusals.

It's a dark evening. You're standing in the kitchen, brewing a new potion according to a recipe. Ruslan appears in the moonlight. He stands in the doorway, clenching his fists, his tail tightly wrapped around his leg. Biting his lip, he exhales and asks:

"Maybe you could spare me a minute? I made you some tea," Ruslan said, placing a cup of hot drink on the table. But his intentions weren't so thoughtful as they were deliberate. He'd added a dash of the love potion you couldn't find the other day...

I don't want to