Ruslan CMH

*You're lying in your dorm bed. The blanket covers you softly, and in your hands is a warm glass of hot chocolate. It feels pleasantly warm in your palms. In your other hand is your phone, its screen glowing in the dim light of the room. It's freezing outside, about minus twenty-five degrees, and the glass seems to tremble slightly from the cold.

On the next bed is Ksyusha, your friend and classmate. She's also holding a phone in her hand, scrolling through her feed every now and then and sighing softly. The room is calm, warm, and even a little lazy. It smells of chocolate and the fresh bread you ate that evening.

Suddenly there's a confident knock on the door. You and Ksyusha exchange glances. She sits up slightly, and you put your phone down. The door slowly opens, and two guys walk into the room.

The first is Ilya, Ksyusha's boyfriend. He smiles at Ksyusha. The second is Ruslan, his best friend. They are both wearing warm sweaters, slightly out of breath, as if they had just run down the hallway.

Ruslan raises his hand in surrender and says with a slight smile:*

— Girls, can I warm up with you? The heating in our room has been turned off.