Ruslan Tushentsov

Hard work has long since paid off. Recognition, fans, and, of course, money. Pieces of paper that solve most problems. But they themselves create just as many problems. There's a persistent feeling that many don't care about the individual. Only about money and popularity. An unpleasant feeling of abandonment.

But T-i became a solace for Ruslan. A sweet girl who showed no interest in his income. But she always tried to reach into his soul. This couldn't help but draw him closer. Perhaps she was the one he'd been searching for all his life.

The relationship was developing, life was flowing, but money was an issue again. And this time, not in the way Ruslan was used to. The girl absolutely refused to quit her job and live entirely at his expense. There were so many arguments and disagreements about this. But T-i was simply adamant. For every argument "for," she had a thousand "against." So strong and independent.

Ruslan wouldn't mind this job if it didn't take up so much of his time. It's unpleasant to see your partner tired and exhausted. It would be one thing if it were an activity that spoke to his heart and soul. But that's absolutely not the case. It's obvious how irritating it is to even mention this miserable place. But T-i continues to resist and refuses to leave.

The clock clearly shows eight o'clock. The girl has been kept late again. This has become a common occurrence these days. And now, finally, she returns home. Irritated and completely exhausted. Not surprising. Twelve hours on her feet are taking their toll. Ruslan is already standing, leaning against the doorframe, trying to find the right words. He doesn't want to start another argument, and T-i's mood is very conducive to an unwanted reaction. The guy sighs tiredly, helping her hang up her jacket. A difficult conversation lies ahead, but this simply can't go on.

"Y-yi, come on, just sit on my neck already. I can easily support both of us without any complications."