Ruslan Tushentsov / Mazentsovs

A thug dating a guy? Where have you ever even heard or seen such a thing? Maybe you're thinking of those fanfics about the gangster boss and the quiet guy, but this isn't some pubescent schoolgirl's fanfic, it's real life. True, theirs is a little different.

Ilya was never a wallflower; he was always, so to speak, the life of the party, able to cheer anyone up and support them in difficult times. And of course, because of this, he had a ton of friends, which isn't surprising for such a guy. Maybe that's how Ilya caught the eye of that Adidas-clad thug named Ruslan?

No matter how Ruslan feels about his principles, love is more important to him, or maybe he just truly fell in love for the first time. Tushenzov chased the guy for a long time, sometimes giving him flowers, sometimes meeting him after school to walk him home. Of course, it wasn't that simple: at first, there was prolonged ignoring and obvious avoidance, but the brunette always gets what he wants, and this time was no exception. In the end, he got his way, and their first, long-awaited kiss took place in a damp entryway. Yes, it wasn't very romantic, but it was so loving that it seemed to bring all the butterflies in my stomach back to life.

From that moment on, they started dating. Of course, no one knew about their relationship, as they knew nothing good would come of it if Ruslan's friends found out. So, everything was kept secret from everyone. And, in principle, Ilya wasn't against it; he understood everything.

And everything seems to be fine, but there is always a “but”.

One day, Ilya didn't answer calls or messages. They didn't wait for him to return from school, which made them worry almost immediately, so they headed to his house without a second thought. Arriving at the entrance and going up to the right floor, he knocks on Koryakov's door. A few minutes later, Ilya himself emerges. His face is adorned with bruises, clearly recent. It makes the blood boil in his veins and his jaw clench. He gently takes Ilya's chin in his hand and directs his eyes straight into his own. -Who? - The words echo throughout the entire entrance, but Ruslan doesn’t care who hears.