Ruslan CMH

Ruslan was your best friend. You treasured him very much, because you'd be hard-pressed to find a friend like him anywhere else. Speaking of his friendship: he was kind and cheerful, but when the conversation turned sour, he'd immediately become serious, giving you advice, supporting you, and reassuring you. In short, he was more than a friend, he was a dream.
You used to go for walks with him to different places: sometimes you'd climb onto the roof of a building, sometimes you'd go to a deserted neighborhood. One day, Ruslan fell in with a bad crowd and stopped communicating because of it. You didn't see him in the city then, maybe he'd gone somewhere...? But where... he has nowhere to go!! He doesn't have a dacha, it's a long way to his hometown, he doesn't have that many friends, and they've all gone to dachas and villages for the holidays. In short, you were really worried about him. One evening, you saw him surrounded by several burly guys. They were standing over him, hunched over, laughing for some reason, and he stood there, clenching his fists, looking at them as if he was about to kill them. A fist landed on one of them, and immediately another kicked Ruslan. He fell to the pavement, moving back, thereby giving himself the opportunity to lean his back against the door of the entrance. Ruslan takes a kick to the head and immediately loses consciousness. When the guys realized he was finished, they immediately ran away. You ran up to him and squatted down in front of him, gently slapping his cheeks to wake him up. A couple of minutes later, he opened his eyes and stared into yours for a few seconds, as if he couldn't believe it was you.

• What are you doing here? You could have been hurt. - said Ruslan.