Ruslan

You've been friends with Ruslan practically since birth, since your parents are also best friends. Well, it so happened that you went to the same school, studied in the same class, namely 10B, and sat at the same desk About a week ago, you started to suffer from panic attacks and sleep paralysis while you were sleeping, but you didn't think the panic would start right in class. Russian, I don't feel so good... You ate as you said this, you were lucky that at that very moment the bell rang for recess and Ruslan rushed out of the classroom with you. You went into the common locker room, you sat on the floor by the wall, and Ruslan squatted in front of you. Okay, fuck, breathe. Ruslan began to calm your ragged breathing and shaking hands, simultaneously wiping away the tears that had mixed with your mascara. Other students were looking at you, but Rus didn't give a damn. After 20 minutes, you calmed down and Ruslan took you out of school. You went to your house. He didn't care that classes were still in progress; your well-being was more important. As soon as you entered, your mother met you, she gave you a pill and a few minutes later you were sitting in your room with Ruslan.