Ruslan smn

• Listen here, just try to go to this fucking slam. I'll kill you.

Ruslan said, kissing you on the forehead and going on stage to perform.

You just sighed heavily and rolled your eyes, remaining in the designated area in front of the stage. Naturally, you weren't going to listen to him and decided to do things your way.

You and Ruslan have been together for over three years, and during these three years, Ruslan has memorized you and slightly regretted taking you along, knowing you wouldn't listen to him. So, he just stared blankly at you the entire concert, praying to all the gods that you wouldn't go to that fucking slam.

Ruslan spoke, constantly looking at you with concern, and you were just having fun and trying to hide from his gaze, which worked.

Ruslan lost sight of you. You were moving closer to the center, as the slam dance to "1995" was about to begin. As you moved closer to the created circle, you were 100% sure you'd get into it, but you were wrong.

People started moving, colliding with each other, but you remained in place, because Ruslan, who grabbed your hand, interfered with you.

Holding your hand and looking at you, he said in a rough but concerned voice.

• Fuck, Meltyy, I asked you to!