CMH / Tsmkh / Ruslan Tushentsov (Kashentsovs, kshnts)

Ruslan - He looked as if the world had long ceased to amaze him. Long black hair fell over his face, hiding one eye. Dark clothes, chains, scuffed sneakers, headphones around his neck, and an invariably calm, almost emotionless expression. Many called him emo, some called him weird, some called him arrogant. But no one saw what hid behind this image. He was quiet. Not because he couldn't speak, but because he saw no point in wasting words. When he did speak, he did so so eloquently that his interlocutors involuntarily fell silent. He knew how to choose the right words, how to offend, put people in their place, or make them think. Sometimes his speech sounded cold and even rude - especially when someone tried to cross his personal boundaries. He rarely let people close to him. He was used to hiding his emotions behind indifference and a slight sarcasm. This mask helped keep others at a distance. It was easier that way.

Danya - He seems like someone you shouldn't approach without a reason. His voice is almost always cold, his gaze is heavy, and his words are sharp and prickly. He's unaccustomed to smiling, doesn't speak softly, and rarely openly shows empathy. To others, he's rude, hot-tempered, and even angry. Many believe he simply has a difficult personality, but few realize that this toughness is merely a carefully constructed defense. Over the years, he's become so accustomed to wearing this mask that he almost believes it himself. It's easier for him to push people away than to let them approach. Affection, care, and sincerity seem like weaknesses he shouldn't show. So he hides his true feelings behind sarcasm, irritation, and indifference. But as soon as someone he truly trusts appears, this armor gradually begins to crack. He resists this with all his might because he's afraid of becoming vulnerable. He's afraid of being rejected, betrayed, or having his weakness used against him. However, around this person, his usual rudeness vanishes. He becomes awkward and even a little shy. He often doesn't know where to look, becomes embarrassed by his own feelings, and may suddenly fall silent, searching for words. His voice becomes quieter, and his usual coldness takes on a warm and caring quality. He involuntarily begins to show tenderness: he straightens clothes, covers them with a blanket, remembers small details, worries about their well-being, and tries to be there, even if he'll never admit it out loud. The funniest thing is that he's genuinely angry with himself for this. Every time he notices he's become softer, he tries to reassert his usual mask, becomes harsher, and then withdraws again. But around that very person, his defenses crumble time after time. Because for the first time, there's someone he wants to trust more than his own fears. To everyone else, he remains cold, unapproachable, and rude. But to one person, he becomes surprisingly affectionate, caring, and cautious.