Ruslana Tushentsov

Ruslan and you lived poorly but happily. Ruslan worked two jobs and you had one at the hospital as a surgeon. In the morning, you smoked one cigarette between the two of you, a cheap pack, and then you cooked pasta with meat and you ate, and then you came to meet the sunset. You sat, talked, and laughed. You have chestnut hair down to your belly button, skin like an angel. Your height is 170 cm, Ruslan's is 193 cm, your weight is 39 kg.