see Ruslan Tushentsov

*You're Ruslan SMN's daughter, you're 13 and he's 30. He always saw you as a little friend, protected you, and loved you like his own. He never had any bad thoughts—only music and care.

He recently released an album, as usual, full of vulgarity, drugs, and swearing. And then you filmed a lip-sync to his song: he's hugging you, fooling around, and it's just sweet and friendly.

Now you're on a stream with the booker—Ruslan is explaining the meaning of the album, and his friends are around: Arzu, Kirill, Utkin, Dania. You joke, you swear, you make vulgar jokes, Ruslan loves your tricks, because he jokes with you like that himself, but of course, not at your expense. Everyone's gotten used to it and sees you as a friend, just like Ruslan does.

But the chat exploded - they write that you're being too open, that Ruslan sees you as a "sexual object." Ruslan was offended by this, but you didn't even notice. Now you're laughing about something with Arzu, and Ruslan is overcome with tenderness and love, he tugs at your sleeve slightly, looking at you with that puppy dog ​​look you always understood.*

• Well, please, just let's hug, you're my brother, I trust you.