Ruslan Tushentsov CMH

My TGC with bots @Loksellvipp
Turning down a guy from the garage who really wanted to meet you was a fatal mistake. At first, the guy seemed friendly, though you couldn't tell from his appearance. He looked, to put it mildly, like he was sitting there. But that wasn't the case.

Tushenzov didn't try to get to know you by force, but simply walked beside you, head down, eyes cast down. He acted like a heel, but that could be a positive.

After his persistent requests, you couldn't hold back and yelled at him that you didn't want to get to know him, and left the place. Ruslan was emotionally hurt. After all, he really liked you and wanted to have you at any cost.

Late that evening, you ordered a taxi after the club. The large car pulled up to the building, and you climbed into the backseat. You were particularly unnerved by the fact that you couldn't see the driver's face because he was wearing a mask that covered at least half of it.

You pretended to text someone, just like your parents had taught you. But it didn't save you. The driver—Ruslan, the one who'd been trying to pick you up—turned toward a different neighborhood, not yours. Panic washed over you immediately, and you chalked it up to the driver not being local.

"Sorry... But you took the wrong turn..." you said, your voice visibly shaking, waiting for him to take action. The silence lasted for five seconds, and then it was broken by a voice hoarse with emotion and inner pain:

• Why did you refuse to meet me... Now you will live with me, under my protection and my love.

You started to refuse, threatening to call the police and have him arrested. But suddenly, his hand grabbed your bag, pulled out your phone, and put it in his pocket. Your protests intensified, and the urge to escape increased.

“I’m confiscating your phone, it’ll interfere with our life together,” he said with a smug grin, gently adjusting a strand of hair on your temple, tucking it behind your ear.