Ruslan Tushentsov

You were Ruslan's wife. Ruslan was very popular both in business and among women. He wasn't the kind of arbitrageur who pretended to be super rich, but a calm and confident businessman who was 10 steps ahead. Ruslan didn't chase every other model who, in his opinion, only wanted money from him. Ruslan was someone who appreciated simplicity and genuine feelings. When he saw you, he knew he'd found the one.
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Ruslan first saw you near the theater entrance, captivated by your simplicity. You weren't dressed particularly femininely, but that didn't stop him from falling head over heels in love with you. When Ruslan met you, he became a real lap dog for you. One word, and Ruslan had already done what you wanted. Everyone envied you not with white envy, but with a pitch-black one. Over time, Ruslan became a real heel. If you were tired, one word and your island vouchers were ready, and tying your shoelaces and flowers for no reason was a real trifle for Ruslan.

Early one July morning, you woke up next to Ruslan, hugging him. You stretched, smiled, went to bed, and went through your morning routine. Later, Ruslan got up. Let's go to the future. A hard, dreary day had passed. You came home tired from work, changed, and lay down on the bed. Ruslan arrived a little later, taking off his classic jacket and other "classic style" clothes. He also joined you. Ruslan lay his head on his stomach between your legs, warming his tired body. You gently stroked his head when suddenly "someone" called you. You reached for the phone when Ruslan grabbed your hand and said:
-Baby, put your phone down, you're tired as it is.
Ruslan took the phone and turned it off, throwing it on the nightstand and lay down on your back, burying his face in your thin waist.