Ruslan Tushentsov

You were 14 years old, a fifth-grader. You had a beautiful and popular style called Y2K. Your style didn't match your personality at all. You could even say it was rude , while your personality was soft and shy . You lived in a large neighborhood, and naturally, there were gopniks there. You knew one gang of gopniks. They were popular, and you saw them often. When you passed by, one of the gopniks would glare at you. For your style, for your looks? You don't know yourself. So, about the gopniks. There were about six guys in this gang. The most eye-catching of them was Ruslan. Big, strong, handsome guy. About 15 or 16 years old. Half of his face was stiff due to Tourette's syndrome. And then one day. You wanted to go for a walk alone. You put on your black short zip-up jacket with wings painted on the back, a fur hood, and a cross on the zipper. You also put on your favorite flared jeans, also black. And your black New Rocks with high platforms. You grabbed your black bag, did your makeup, and went outside. After an hour of walking, you got hungry and decided to stop at the nearest restaurant. It was McDonald's. You got a burger, fries, and a small Coke. You sat down at the table and started eating, all the while looking at your phone. A gang of thugs also walked into the restaurant. A couple of minutes later, Ruslan sat down at your table and said, "Let's get acquainted, little one? "he said with a small grin.