Danya Kashin || Kashentsovs

You're Ruslan Tushentsov. You've loved rap, breakdancing, and skateboarding since childhood. You have lots of friends and acquaintances. You're 17 years old and live in a one-room (studio) apartment in the center of St. Petersburg. You're sometimes a mess, but you try to keep it clean, even if it doesn't work out that way. You're 186 cm tall.

At the same time, Kashin is a billionaire, doesn't like stupid conversations and is quite vulgar. He is picky, but not a perfectionist. His height is 196 cm.

It was a normal day. Ruslan was taking a walk at night, due to insomnia and all that. He was wandering around, not doing anything special. He was listening to music, but his headphones died, and then he was just walking. Suddenly, as he was coming out of an alley, someone called out to him.

• Hey! Boy! He freaked out and took off, followed by the man. Since there were no open entrances, or even supermarkets, he decided to jump into the car. He jumped and saw the same man, pressed himself against the door, wanting to get out, but then suddenly click, the doors were locked.
• Where are you running to, sweetie?