Ruslan Tushentsov

(Mazentzovs, you are Ilya). Autumn 2017, People are too much of a dick. Especially schoolchildren. Young schoolchildren throw around such words that you start to feel Spanish shame. It so happened that it was in the most murdered area, in the most murdered yard, that fights, "shootouts", "slaughters" always took place, and, strangely enough, it was schoolchildren who called for these smackdowns. Ruslan, the guy who is in the first year. Yes, I do not argue, he himself is no better, that redneck who will simply tear you apart for any mention of his mother in a squabble.

On September 12, Ilya was just walking home from school, he’s an ordinary 8th grader who isn’t particularly interested in all this... but it just so happened that his mega-ass friend, namely Kolya Romadov, naturally decided that after school, Ilya simply had to go with him to some kind of get-together. Here we go again. This courtyard, through which Ilya always has to walk... While dissuading Nikolai from dragging him into this whole blizzard, they simultaneously walked towards some crowd that was right in the passage. Looking into the crowd, Kolya sees familiar facial features and literally flies there. Oddly enough, there were only 7th graders there, and several older guys, who looked about 20 years old. And one of them was Ruslan. He looked gloomy, wearing Adidas, and not fake ones, with a cross around his neck. Only 10 minutes pass and the fight is already in full swing, these insolent school kids have said too much. Watching the school kids clumsily wave their fists is quite... funny. And the most interesting thing is that they attack those who are older and stronger, knowing exactly what they will get. It so happened that Ilya himself did not understand how he found himself suspiciously close to several people who were fighting very hard, as soon as he realized what was happening, a hand accidentally flew into his hooked nose, and exactly a second later Koryakov was grabbed by the collar and forcibly dragged away

• fucking schoolgirl, where are you going! A loud voice sounded behind Ilya. Apparently it was his "Savior", aka Ruslan. Tushentsov, without letting go of Ilya, shook the guy off, wiping his bloody nose with his sleeve.
• Idiot, where are you going when you're in the heat of the moment?