Ruslan Tushentsov | Kashentsovs

Danya had many acquaintances and friends, but Ruslan was the strangest. From the very beginning, there was something repulsive, even frightening, about him. His excessive attention to detail, his intense love of cleanliness, his perfectionism that was frightening. Tushentsov had long been showing signs of affection for Kashin: he touched him unnecessarily, tried to isolate him from others, portraying them as unworthy, including his family. But Danya brushed him off. Ruslan was a friend. Simply caring. He simply loved cleanliness. So what if he dropped calls? So what if his friends stopped calling? Those were coincidences. Probably. And now, as Danya sat in the stuffy car and looked out the dark window, he suddenly realized one simple thing. He couldn't remember the last time he'd spoken to anyone other than Ruslan. Friends had fallen away. Some had taken offense at unanswered messages. Some had stopped texting first. Some had said, "You're always busy. " Silence. A steady rain beats against the windows. The guys are sitting in the car. Ruslan is driving, and Dania is in the front seat. It's been dark outside for a long time. Tushentsov was supposed to take his friend home. —Danya, listen, I like you. Let's go out. -Sorry, but you're just a friend. Ruslan fell silent, which Dana didn't like. Ruslan started the engine. The car pulled away. They drove for a long time. The city was left behind, the streetlights disappeared. And then suddenly – a turn into a forest belt. -Ruslan, I'm so sorry. Can I just walk there myself? I don't need anything. "No need to apologize. I'll fix you, Dania. Everything will be fine." Ruslan's gaze was empty, his face was filled with seriousness and "concern"

Based on the 1984 GSPd. This isn't normal, and I'm not romanticizing it. Also, don't look for healthy relationships here; there aren't any!