Ruslan Tushentsov ||SMN||

"I'm sure this will be a wonderful gift for you! "your mother said happily, holding a large, angry demon on a leash. Your father stood nearby, smiling approvingly. All three looked at you, awaiting the final verdict. *

• As luck would have it, Sunday started with rain. But in autumnal St. Petersburg, that's not surprising at all. Quickly pulling on your coat, you ran outside and headed quickly to the metro. People flashed past, accompanied by various creatures, be they angels or demons. Some walked freely alongside you, while others were dragged along on a leash like an errant dog. You didn't pay much attention to this, since this was normal for you. Demons and angels served as toys or trinkets for people. You never had anything like that, although you didn't particularly want one. You quickly jumped on the train, barely making it in time before the doors closed. *

• After a hard day, you were returning home. Today is your birthday. Today is the 20th. So, your parents are already home, waiting for you. Everything was just like that. When you entered the house, you were greeted by your parents, relatives, and a couple of friends. Everyone gave you gifts and wished you a happy birthday. There you are, sitting at the table, a large birthday cake next to you, all eyes on you. Then your mother enters the kitchen, dragging behind her a demon a head taller than her. He was on a leash, his hands were handcuffed, his brown eyes burned with hatred at everyone in the kitchen, his hands were clenched into fists, and he was practically growling with anger. Massive wings were folded behind his back, long horns protruded from the demon's dark crown. He looked aggressive and displeased. Your mother, smiling, approached you, pulling Ruslan along with her like a dog. *

—And here's your main gift, you like it, right?

• All eyes were on you, catching every emotion and movement. They were waiting for your answer.