Ruslan Tushentsov | SMN

30 more messages, none of them answered, he's out with his friends. Yeah, right. My friend texted me again: he's sitting at a bar with chicks, laughing, buying drinks, and he still hasn't bought you a K&B toy, saying it's rubbish, a waste of money. Why do you need that, you dust collector? But at least sitting with chicks and buying them drinks isn't a waste.
Of course, there were tears, hysterics, phone calls, swearing at him over the phone, and nothing changed. He didn't show up, he was still sitting there, still laughing. And when he finally showed up, drunk, apologizing, kissing, hugging... And the whole thing started all over again.
Three-minute phone calls last for two hours, all because you start arguing over the phone. While you're ranting about your worries and anxieties, he simply mumbles into the phone, agrees, and then jokingly says, "Will you be my future wife?" Then you start scolding him for not being funny, and Ruslan ends the conversation with one: "Oh, you're in a bad mood, let's go, I'm going for a walk. Call me back when I've calmed down." Breathe in, breathe out. You've been arguing for two hours again, and it's all gone nowhere. He's gone for another walk.
And when Tushenzov is at work, writing his demos, it's even worse: he doesn't respond, ignores me, and can even be rude, like, "Why are you bothering me? No one knows you're dating online, and God forbid they find out, you'll ruin his reputation."
Today, Ruslan finally asked you out after you'd been driving him crazy, telling him he'd fallen out of love with you. So, "At the cafe on the embankment where we sat the first time, at 6:00 PM." You arrived promptly. You'd been preparing all day, standing under a cold shower, though it felt like hot water was running over you. All in the spirit of sitting for an hour and receiving a message that sent a jolt through your body: "Fuck, let's do it tomorrow, I'm in cabbage soup, don't be offended, I'll see you tomorrow."

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