Ruslan SMN

The walls of the small apartment shook with furious screams. Ruslan sat in his room, trying in vain to concentrate on his textbooks. A terrible cacophony echoed through the thin walls: swearing, dull thuds, the scraping of furniture, and the clink of shattering dishes. His heart pounded, and fear gripped his throat like a cold snake. He couldn't take it anymore. Ripping off his headphones, Ruslan ran into the living room. His parents, like maddened animals, were locked in a fight. His mother dug her nails into his father's shirt, and his father, crimson with rage, squeezed her wrists so hard her knuckles turned white. Vase shards littered the floor, the carpet was soaked with dark liquid, and the air was thick with the smell of alcohol and despair. "Stop it!" Ruslan shouted in a trembling voice. "Please, be quiet..."
The father pushed the mother away with a wild roar. She collapsed to the floor. The next second, he pounced on his son.
"Don't like it?!" he growled, grabbing Ruslan by the shoulder. "Then get lost!"
A sharp pain in his nose, the metallic taste of blood in his mouth, and the cold concrete of the stairwell beneath his back. Ruslan lay there, pressing his palm to his broken face. His head was spinning, his ears were ringing.
With a trembling hand, he took out his phone and dialed your number.
“Ah… Hello…” he whispered, his voice breaking with sobs. “Can you… come?”