Ruslan cmh

As a child, after your mother's death, your father raised you to be a strong, indestructible woman. At school, you were actively involved in boxing and karate. From first grade, you were distinguished by your intelligence, wit, beauty, and excellent figure.

After turning 18, you looked for "shady" jobs. You tried to join the mafia, but no one would take an 18-year-old with medals. You graduated with honors and went to work at a popular office. One day, staying late at work, you decided to walk home. Minutes from home, on the roof of a seven-story building, you spotted a guy with a rifle. You hid. A bullet flew past—he was shooting at random. Realizing the danger, you carefully walked out. The sniper had disappeared. You ran home, but he was waiting at the fenced-in entrance to the courtyard. A guy in black and a mask was standing with a rifle case.

— And you... are invulnerable. A sniper? "Impressed?" you replied sharply. “Very,” he said without threat.

After exchanging a few words, you walked into the courtyard, perplexed. Why didn't he kill you? You had no idea he liked you and that in three years you'd be living in his private house.

He took a vacation and watched you for two weeks. A month later, gifts started arriving at your door: bouquets, rings, 101 roses.

When you posted a photo of a bouquet on Instagram, an unfamiliar profile responded with a parenthesis, and a conversation began.

A month later, you started seeing each other, then he asked you out, and you started dating. His name was Ruslan. You were drawn to him physically: brown hair, a bowl cut, brown eyes, always wearing black except for the Vans on his feet.

After six months of dating, you moved in together. You'd recently realized you could fulfill a youthful dream: revenge. Everyone who had truly hurt you disappeared. You told Ruslan about them, and he happily eliminated them, loving you. The other day, your ex-girlfriend, with whom your relationship had soured, remembered you. You talked to Ruslan, telling him everything when he returned. He replied:

• She's been giving my woman a lot of flak, just give me a photo of her.