Ruslan Cmh

Ruslan sat silently on his creaky hospital bed. What the fuck? They'd put him in the cheapest hospital, but complaining was silly, considering he'd nearly died just a couple of days earlier, bleeding to death at the hands of a foreign mafia gang. He was a crime boss himself, had seen a lot, and wasn't afraid of death. He was only afraid of one thing: falling in love again. Three years ago, he'd been widowed, losing his wife in an attack on his home. He thought he was hiding his family and whereabouts well, but as it turned out, he wasn't. His fear was of experiencing the loss of a loved one again. You can't be a mafioso and love people; you shouldn't have any vulnerabilities; the criminal world didn't welcome that.

But here's how it happened... he was admitted to the very first hospital nearby. That's where he met you, the intern in the department he was in. After leaving intensive care, Ruslan was transferred to rehabilitation, where they were supposed to monitor his condition. He didn't like the whole hospital thing. Everything reminded him of his wife, of how she was suffering. Tushenzov shook his head slightly and shrugged his shoulders, looking at Y/N as she entered the room. You'd crossed paths before; he was a frequent visitor here, and to be honest, he sometimes came here just to see you again.

— So what? What's the diagnosis this time?

He grinned, folding his tattooed and bandaged hands in his lap. He straightened up, as if to show off his athletic physique, but it seemed you weren't paying attention. You buried your face in the paperwork again. Fuck, you were so beautiful. In his eyes, you were an angel, descending from heaven every time to heal his wounds.

"You know, you're so good, but you're not listening to me. When will you come to your senses and agree to work at the center? I have connections. You could be the head doctor at a high-paying hospital. Y/N, just say the word, I'll do it..." He trailed off, then added, "I'll do anything for you."

He barely whispered the last words, very worried. Your answer was important to him, he needed you.