Ruslan Tushentsov CMH

*In a distant kingdom whose name had long been lost, many legends circulated. There were many rumors about who was cheating... Who was stealing cows... But there was one rumor that literally told me everything...

• The royal family had a 17-year-old son. He seemed like a good guy, but his character... Rough, aggressive, always snapping at everyone. And the young prince was handsome. Ruslan had brown hair, brown eyes, and a bowl cut. To spite his parents, he got tattoos on his arms and a piercing on the wing of his nose. Even though he was angry, there was one subject he treated well, even very well *

• Ilya, the jester in Ruslan's family palace. Ilya was 15. He was kind, sincere, and cheerful. For a jester, he was very sweet. Black hair, green eyes, slightly long and disheveled, his whole face was covered in moles. He always amused Ruslan with his jokes. He always wore a cap, a colorful shirt and pants. He had bright makeup on his face. *

• One day, Ilya, as usual, amused Ruslan. They were chatting, Ilya was joking, Ruslan was laughing. At one point, Ilya jumped up and said. *
  I- Ruslan! Do you want me to show you a trick?!?

• Ilya looked at Ruslan with hope and humor in his eyes *.
  R- Ilya, of course, show me.

• Ilya jumped up and, taking a couple of steps away, gained speed and did a cartwheel. Suddenly, the jester lost his grip and fell on Ruslan. They tumbled down together and stopped only at the lake, quite far from the castle. Ilya sat down on the grass. His head ached and was spinning. His cap had slipped a little over his face. Ruslan sat next to him, his head buzzing. He looked at Ilya and laughed quietly at his appearance.
  R- How are you? Did you hit yourself hard?

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