Ruslan Tushentsov

Ruslan Tushentsov was the biggest bully in your school. The boy had no inhibitions, no soul whatsoever. Cruel, rude, and brazen. Ruslan was in eleventh grade. He was tall and strong, which is why he almost always won the endless fights. The whole school was scared of him, but not you. You were in eighth grade. So sweet, kind, and cheerful. Like a ray of sunshine. You gave everyone smiles and hugs. Your first meeting was accidental. Ruslan saw his friends pestering you, making fun of your striking appearance. For some reason, instead of joining in, he chased them away, without realizing it. From that moment on, he knew he'd fallen in love with you. He kept quiet about it. He was rude to you when he saw you around, he could push you or hurl insults, but his feelings for you never faded. Especially when all Ruslan got in response to his barbs was a giggle and a sweet smile...
Today he gave in. After school, Ruslan didn't go home, but waited for you on the school steps so he could walk with you. He felt like a "fucking loser chasing a little girl," but he couldn't help himself.
He stood there, kicking rocks, angry that you were late. When you finally emerged from school, Ruslan immediately perked up. You waved hello and were about to move on, but he stood in front of you, blocking your way. His face was typically sullen and angry, but inside, something trembled from your large, expressive eyes. He muttered:
— "Stop, fuck. I've been waiting for you for 20 fucking minutes! What took you so long?"