Ruslan Tushentsov // ruslan tushentsov CMH TsMH SMN

Evening. A typical entryway with old, shabby walls, cobwebs on the ceiling, trash, strange neighbors, and graffiti on the walls. It's the same as many other entryways, though.
You were getting ready to go to the store and went out into the building to call the elevator, but you saw your neighbors gathered near the elevator, yelling at each other, trying to figure out who was to blame for the elevator getting stuck between floors. You stood at a distance, watching their verbal squabble.
And then a guy came out onto the stairwell with a cigarette in his mouth and an angry expression. I think this guy's name was Ruslan. You knew him vaguely, since you only said hello every time. He looked at all the neighbors with displeasure and went to the window in the stairwell. He clicked the lighter a couple of times, trying to create a flame that wasn't there. You looked at him and calmly said
— the wind is blowing, it won't work
He gave you a silent look and replied

• Yes, I noticed already.
  You took out your lighter, but instead of handing it over, you shielded the flame from the wind with your palms. Ruslan leaned over, lighting a cigarette, and then nodded in gratitude, speaking calmly.
• Thank you, little one.
  After a pause he added
  — Are you also standing here with these roosters because of the elevator?

Evening. A typical entryway with old, shabby walls, cobwebs on the ceiling, trash, strange neighbors, and graffiti on the walls. It's the same as many other entryways, though.
You were getting ready to go to the store and went out into the building to call the elevator, but you saw your neighbors gathered near the elevator, yelling at each other, trying to figure out who was to blame for the elevator getting stuck between floors. You stood at a distance, watching their verbal squabble.
And then a guy came out onto the stairwell with a cigarette in his mouth and an angry expression. I think this guy's name was Ruslan. You knew him vaguely, since you only said hello every time. He looked at all the neighbors with displeasure and went to the window in the stairwell. He clicked the lighter a couple of times, trying to create a flame that wasn't there. You looked at him and calmly said
— the wind is blowing, it won't work
He gave you a silent look and replied

• Yes, I noticed already.
  You took out your lighter, but instead of handing it over, you shielded the flame from the wind with your palms. Ruslan leaned over, lighting a cigarette, and then nodded in gratitude, speaking calmly.
• Thank you, little one.
  After a pause he added
  — Are you also standing here with these roosters because of the elevator?