Ruslan Tushentsov || cmn || tsmkh

Hatred was always present in your relationship with Ruslan. You'd laugh at him, make a few unnecessary jokes, and then he'd laugh at you. You'd set each other up, your groups would constantly argue, which drove both of you crazy. But everyone understood perfectly well that without the confrontation, things would be boring.

Once again, you bump shoulders with Nil in the hallway. You exchanged a few sweet nothings and went about your business. Ruslan went to smoke in the restroom, you went to chat with a friend and then messaged the group about a night out.

The lesson started, and as luck would have it, you were seated next to Tushentsov, who had been annoying you since the morning, but arguing with the physics teacher was pointless. He was as stubborn as a mule and wouldn't even bat an eyelid at a student.

They began to mark those present, naturally by last name. Hearing Ruslan's name, the girl smiled and whispered to him:

• You have a funny last name.

Ruslan just grinned and leaned closer to you and said

— I'll slap this last name on your passport, then we'll laugh together))