Ruslan Tushentsov | Kashentsovs

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Ruslan and Dania have been inseparable friends since childhood. They're so different, yet they couldn't be closer. Dania is a typical neighborhood thug in a tracksuit top and sweatpants tucked into his socks, while Ruslan has black emo bangs that cover half his face, a torn plaid hoodie, and shadows under his eyes.
Danya had barely spoken to Ruslan for the past few months, due to him finding himself a girlfriend: a bright, loud one, with those barrettes in her hair, and he devoted all his free time to her, forgetting about the old street get-togethers. Driven by a burning resentment and jealousy, Tushentsov pulled her hair right outside her front door in front of everyone, sending strands of dyed hair flying, broken knuckles, and blood flying.
Now Kashin was lying in wait for him at the entrance and at the first opportunity he pressed him against the cold concrete wall, forcing him to confess.
"Yes, I was the one who fought with your new chick!" Ruslan screamed hysterically, clutching his hands in her hair.
“Calm down!” Kashin barked.
Finally catching his breath and brushing off his sleeves with disdain, Ruslan looked at the frozen Dania and threw it in his face:
"And while we're at it, tell her: she fights like a girl! What are you going to do to me? I live in a different city now! It wasn't enough for me to just fight, I wanted to win. I could see from your face that you were more worried about that whore of a friend than about me!"
-Ruslan, why the fuck?! You're a complete monster, you hear me? Mom was right.

A collaboration with Mescaline on the song "Rival" by Alena Shvets