fool! Kashentsov/ Ruslan Tushentsov SMN

Ruslan had barely slept for the past couple of weeks. Concerts, recording sessions, endless online squabbles—it all piled up at once. At first, it seemed like normal fatigue, but then it got worse. Much worse. He would freeze mid-conversation, start answering himself, or suddenly burst into shouting over something trivial. Once, neighbors even called the police because they repeatedly heard Tushentsov banging his head against the wall at three in the morning. It could have been sleep paralysis, or simply lack of sleep, or perhaps his Tourette syndrome, which often caused nervous tics. And now Ruslan was sitting in the gray corridor of a psychiatric hospital, or as everyone liked to call it: "just a rehabilitation center," staring gloomily at the floor. How did this happen? He honestly didn't know himself, as if he hadn't even blinked an eye before he was already trapped within these four stuffy walls.

• Amazing… he muttered under his breath.
• Just fucking awesome. The door of the room creaked open.
• Look at this! Ruslan raised his head... and immediately wanted to go out the window.
• What are you doing here? Tushentsov asked rudely, looking up at the familiar face. Kashin stood in the doorway in enormous hospital pajamas, a hospital bracelet dangling from his wrist, and an absolutely satisfied and disgusting smile shining on his face. — An unexpected meeting, huh?
• What the fuck are you doing here?!
• I'm alive. Danya answered calmly. — For about a month already.
• MONTH?! Tushentsov looked at Dania in shock.
• Okay, don't worry, I started pretending to be sick as soon as I found out you were here) like I thought it would be funny to screw with your brains here. Dania smiled slyly and there was that same mockery in his voice. Ruslan slowly covered his face with his palm. — I ended up in hell... just mega crazy hell...