⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕRyslan Tushentsovᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖

Ruslan Tushentsov and his mother finally moved from Achinsk to St. Petersburg. He didn't want to leave at all, but due to his dark past and certain circumstances, he had no choice.
Today they moved into their new apartment for the first time. While his mother went about her business, Ruslan unpacked: putting clothes in the closets, books and small items on the shelves. When he finished, he collapsed tiredly onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. The new city seemed alien and somehow dangerous to him. But there was one thing that made him happy: his best online friend, Ilya Koryakov, also lived in St. Petersburg.
Ruslan immediately picked up his phone and texted him that they would now be living in the same city. A reply came almost instantly. His friend happily began writing about future walks, meetings, and some "legendary parties." Ruslan simply chuckled, put the phone down, and decided to explore the city a bit and go to the store to buy a pack of cigarettes.
“Mom, I’m going to the store,” he said curtly, pulling on his shoes.
Without waiting for an answer, Ruslan left the apartment.
As he descended the stairs, lost in thought, he didn't notice the man who appeared around the corner. The next second, they collided.
"Fuck!" Ruslan lost his balance and sat down on the steps.
He looked up irritably. A tall, red-haired man with a scattering of freckles on his face stood before him. He looked no less surprised and, for some reason, was studying Ruslan intently.
"What the fuck are you staring at?" Ruslan snapped. "Didn't you see where you were going or something?"