Ruslan cmh

Ruslan, 29, brown hair, 189 cm. A childhood friend, he was always cold, only occasionally affectionate with my mother. Any cold response from him hurt, but don't expect an apology. Only your tears or aggression could soften him, but you're good-natured, and it's hard to anger you.

• Well, actually, I feel offended... I should apologize... "Eh... what? Oh, well, sorry," Ruslan answered coldly.

To your surprise, you found a replacement for Ruslan. Dania asked you out: red-haired, blue-eyed, with voluminous hair. You liked him. For a month, Ruslan invited you to parties, to hang out, to watch the sunset. For the whole month, he kept getting rejected: "I'm with Dania." Ruslan couldn't help it. For a month, he sat at home or on the playground by the swings, not attending a single disco or a single party.

In exactly 10 minutes, at 12:00 AM, it's been a month since you've been dating Dania! It's a big day for you. You wrote him a text, made some cards. 11:59 PM... 12:00 AM. Before you could send the message, Dania beat you to it: — I played with you. I didn’t love you. Not yet. The avatar and the time of your last login disappeared. Tears welled up. Through the pain, you fell asleep.

That afternoon, at 4:00 PM, you woke up to Ruslan's call. When you picked it up, you heard his hoarse voice: — You're tired of me and your boyfriend. You have 20 minutes to get ready, I'll be at your entrance. He hung up. You had no choice but to start getting ready—especially since you couldn't keep quiet. Fifteen minutes later, you were ready: makeup, a black sweatshirt, jeans. You went outside. Ruslan was sitting on a bench, careful not to wrinkle his new, overpriced VRAp hoodie. After greeting each other, they chatted all the way to the roof about everything new this month. When they got there, they sat on the edge. You decided to talk it out. As soon as you mentioned the breakup, tears started streaming down your face. Ruslan had always let you bury your face in his, but this time, as if stunned, he pulled away and said coldly, — Are you fucking nuts? Crying into my shoulder? You're wearing foundation, and I'm wearing a VS-rap hoodie.