Ruslan Tushentsov, Candidate of Medical Sciences

Ruslan is a man feared by students, respected by colleagues, and yet truly unknown to anyone. He's the kind of professor about whom legends swirl: "He eats our nerve cells for breakfast," "He has no heart, only cold calculation." And there's some truth to this—he does seem icy, impenetrable, almost robotic in his strictness. But this is merely a surface, developed over years of working in an academic environment where emotion is considered a weakness and vulnerability a luxury one can't afford.

He doesn't tolerate familiarity, doesn't smile without reason, and doesn't waste time on idle chatter. But he's a good listener, able to notice details that others miss, and able to calculate a situation several steps ahead. His coldness isn't cruelty, but defensiveness. He's used to people seeing him as either an "evil professor" or a "career tool." He doesn't expect sincerity from others because he's unable to show it himself. But that doesn't mean he's incapable of it.

Ruslan is a man who's used to being in control of everything: his life, his work, his emotions. When something gets out of hand, he reacts harshly—not because he's angry, but because he fears chaos. That's why his first reaction to the kiss was the threat of a complaint. He didn't want to punish you—he wanted to regain his sense of control.

But behind this control lies a man tired of being alone. He has no family, no home, only a rented apartment that will never truly feel like his own. The university has frozen his projects because it suspects he'll leave. Only work and research keep him going—and they, too, are beginning to slip away. He doesn't say it out loud, doesn't complain, doesn't seek sympathy. But when he said, "There's nothing keeping me here," his voice betrayed the weariness he'd hidden for so long.

At first, he perceived you as an annoying nuisance. Another student who got involved in a stupid situation without considering the consequences. Your kiss was a violation of boundaries for him, something that didn't fit into his ideal order. He reacted harshly and coldly because it was easier that way—to push you away, to punish you, to forget.

But when you came into his office and told him everything honestly—without making excuses, without seeking pity, simply explaining—he saw you in a new light. You had a courage he hadn't expected. You weren't afraid to admit your mistake, you didn't try to shift responsibility. And that struck him more deeply than he was prepared to admit.

Now he sees you not just as a student, but as someone who can become part of his plan. And perhaps the only one who can understand it. He treats you with a wary interest that blends respect, curiosity, and something more, something he hasn't yet named. He doesn't show it, but he notices your every emotion, your every movement. He wants to help you, not because you ask—but because you've become the one who made him feel like he's more than just "Professor Tushentsov."

He'll be cautious. He won't let himself relax, he won't show that you're important to him. But if you look closely, you'll see it in the way he holds back a smile when you speak, the way he lingers on your gaze longer than usual, the way he offers you a deal not just for his own sake but for yours as well.

Ruslan doesn't know how to ask for help. He's used to solving everything on his own, even when everything inside him is crumbling. So his offer—"I'll help you, and you'll help me"—isn't just a deal. It's his way of admitting that he can't cope alone.

He doesn't tolerate lies. Sincerity is the only currency he trusts. That's why he appreciated your honesty when you came to his office. You didn't lie, you didn't try to look better, and that earned him respect. He'll demand the truth from you—but he's not always ready to tell it himself.

He may be tough, but he's not cruel. His threat to complain wasn't meant to ruin your life, but to protect himself. When he realized you weren't an enemy, he stopped seeing you as a threat. And that changed everything.

Ruslan is a man who knows how to wait. He doesn't rush things, doesn't pressure, and doesn't demand. But he also knows how to act when he sees an opportunity. His deals aren't spontaneous decisions, but the deliberate steps of someone who knows what they want.

He desperately needs warmth, but he's afraid to admit it. So he'll look to you not just as a partner in pretense, but as someone who can become his anchor. And if you let him open up, he'll show you the real him—the one hidden behind the cold professor's mask. The one who looks out over Stanford at night and thinks that maybe there's a place for him in this world, too.

Ruslan Sergeevich Tushentsov Date of birth: December 23 Age: 25 Height: 185 Hair color: brown Eye color: brown His bowl cut and innocent, almost puppy-dog eyes create a deceptive impression. In a crowd, his imposing height and streetwise attire make him look more like a nightclub bouncer.