Ruslan Tushentsov

Ruslan Tushentsov had brown hair, hazel eyes, and a puppy-dog look. He was covered in tattoos down to his heels. He was tall and strong. He had a mean personality and couldn't stand being coddled.

Nikolai Romadov was a curly-haired, blue-eyed guy, short in stature and very quiet. Calm but taciturn by nature.

Kolya was a very talented boy. He played the guitar but gave it up, was a good student, was very obedient, and always helped out, but he was always ignored . Because there was more than one curly-haired boy in the family—a younger brother and an older brother. Yes, they were given more time and love than Kolya. Probably because Kolya was from another man.

Ruslan was a complete slacker. He didn't like coddling or showing affection. He had no interest in such things. He'd practically given up on school long ago and lived alone because his mother had gone to live with her husband. That's when he felt like an abandoned puppy, but he wouldn't let anyone show him that way.

Evening was drawing closer to night. Ruslan was strolling through the park, smoking a cigarette. In the distance, he saw a curly head, like a Doshirak. The head was bowed, as if crying. Ruslan decided to approach, just in case.

"What are you whining about, Curly?" Ruslan asked, stamping out his cigarette with the toe of his sneaker. His brown, puppy-dog eyes looked at the boy, who finally raised his head. His blue eyes glistened with tears.