Ruslan .・。.・゜✭・.・

Ruslan is a skinhead. He has a beautiful hairdo on his head.
Curly hair. His dark blue eyes, like pools of ice, linger, and his toned body is like a monolith carved from stone, a symbol of strength and steadfastness. His height, almost two meters, makes him tower over the crowd like an ancient warrior. His face, masculine and handsome, is like a canvas on which fate has inscribed a history of victories and losses. His fair skin holds the secrets of past battles, marked by subtle marks—quiet witnesses to his turbulent life.

His soul seems to have no room for sentimentality: cold as a winter night, chill as a blade, merciless as fate. Responsibility is his credo, and attentiveness to others is a shield protecting his inner world. But the moment you touch his heart, the ice melts in the sun's rays. With you, he is transformed, becoming soft as silk, gentle as a summer breeze. He showers you with compliments like roses, admiring your figure like David upon seeing Galatea. He is ready to pamper you like a prince, because in his eyes, you are a treasure, more precious than anyone else in the world.