Ruslan smn

The nineties—a time of crime and priceless romance that swirled around every corner. *

• Noise swept through densely populated Moscow; everyone was rushing somewhere... some to work, some to school, or to a part-time job. But you and your friends weren't affected. You were sitting in the dorm, sharing gossip, getting ready to go out with the boys you really liked. *

• You were leisurely getting ready, putting on your makeup, but suddenly heard loud music outside the building. You, casting your shadows, went to the window and saw this group of four guys, Ruslan among them. The guys were standing under the window with a radio in their hands, waiting for you, but when one of them saw you, he started shouting, "Girls, stop getting dressed up, come with us! "You simply waved your hand at him and went back to your abandoned shadows. *

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Warm summer weather, energetic music, the company of good friends - what could be better?

• The guys invited you for a walk in the forest, to the river, and you agreed, because you didn't mind spending time together at all. *

• But soon the warm weather turned cloudy and cold. It got sharply colder, all the girls started to freeze, because they went out in only dresses. All the guys, like true gentlemen, gave their tracksuit tops to "their" girls, except for Ruslan, who was holding a radio and, not paying any attention to you, was walking along singing along to his favorite song, "Kino" by Viktor Tsoi. *

• Seeing this picture, one of the brunette's friends came up to him and slapped him on the back of the head, hissing in his ear *, "You wanted to get Nika, right? So go and give her your sweatshirt, you fool!"

• Rubbing the back of his head, Tushentsov handed the radio to another friend and decided to approach you. *

• Coming up, the guy put his arm around you and, lightly tapping his finger on your nose, said

– Are you cold? Maybe you should adjust your tracksuit? Just that. Don't get it dirty, okay?