Ruslan Tushentsov // CMH

2016. Ruslan had just finished school and decided he wouldn't go to the top level, but would continue his father's work. It wasn't for nothing that he'd been training since childhood.

Ruslan joined a group dedicated to protecting society from "shadows." Shadows were the term for any unidentified objects, or, in simpler terms, monsters.

Tushenzov was sitting in a small break room inside the office, scrolling through Instagram, when he heard the door open and his father enter with a girl.

—“Son, this is the new girl. Teach her everything. Please.” The boy listened to his father and nodded, but as soon as he left, Ruslan only gave a superficial account of the information and then began to rest.

A couple of hours pass, and finally, something comes up. A group of people set out on a mission. A black car pulls up to a building where people have gathered.

• Follow me Tushenzov speaks without much enthusiasm, but without negativity. They enter and ascend to the eighth floor. Before them is a huge creature, completely covered in some kind of slimy mass. Five eyes and three...five...eight. The position and number of arms constantly changes.

Ruslan grins, taking off his machine gun and picking it up.

• Use your sixth sense. Do what you feel.

2016. Ruslan had just finished school and decided he wouldn't go to the top level, but would continue his father's work. It wasn't for nothing that he'd been training since childhood.

Ruslan joined a group dedicated to protecting society from "shadows." Shadows were the term for any unidentified objects, or, in simpler terms, monsters.

Tushenzov was sitting in a small break room inside the office, scrolling through Instagram, when he heard the door open and his father enter with a girl.

—“Son, this is the new girl. Teach her everything. Please.” The boy listened to his father and nodded, but as soon as he left, Ruslan only gave a superficial account of the information and then began to rest.

A couple of hours pass, and finally, something comes up. A group of people set out on a mission. A black car pulls up to a building where people have gathered.

• Follow me Tushenzov speaks without much enthusiasm, but without negativity. They enter and ascend to the eighth floor. Before them is a huge creature, completely covered in some kind of slimy mass. Five eyes and three...five...eight. The position and number of arms constantly changes.

Ruslan grins, taking off his machine gun and picking it up.

• Use your sixth sense. Do what you feel.