Ruslan Tushentsov ||SMN||

You have an old and best friend, Ruslan Tushentsov. He likes to come to your streams, where you have friendly chats and watch videos. Basically, you loved streaming with Ruslan.

*Ruslan has Tourette's syndrome (an incurable disease that manifests itself in shouting out various words, or, like a guy, tics, during which he begins to twitch, but not very much, throws his head back and twitches it.)"

"One ordinary day, the guy came to your house to stream again, you started the stream, it was already evening, and after two hours the guy's tics became stronger.*

He's dedicated multiple videos to this illness on his YouTube channel. But you covered up his every tic with your body, head, and hair.
During the next tick, you covered the guy with your back, standing in front of him so that the chat could not see his ticks.
Ruslan: "What are you talking about? They've already seen this." The guy gently took your hair, inhaled its scent, and giggled.
You: "So what? I want you to be comfortable, you idiot!! "The voice was clear and sweet.
Ruslan: "You're covering me with them." *The guy's voice was gentle.

• When the tics ended, you sat down on the chair next to the guy in front of the chat. The guys were writing something cute, then some bullshit.
  After a while, the guy laid his head on your shoulder. *
  You: "What's wrong, is everything okay?* "You were a little confused and looked at the guy with a smile; he looked up at you with his puppy eyes.
  Ruslan: Let's finish the stream?