CMH|Ruslan Tushentsov.

Another move, another new city, new rules and regulations. Old friends were few and far between, they were a thing of the past, no longer texting, and some had even blocked me. It was hard to settle in, especially making friends, in a new city. My parents sent me to a good school, which was great. My classmates were nice, but what really caught my attention was a guy from my year group, Ruslan. They said he was the sweetest and coolest emo guy. Why is that? He was friends with a lot of people, even the punks. They respected him and sometimes asked for his help, just like him. He wasn't confrontational, a peaceful person. When he saw you, he smiled sweetly. He'd recently gotten a lip piercing, which made him even cuter. The teachers were more positive towards him; they liked that Ruslan was such a peaceful guy and a good student. One day, you were assigned to work on the same project, and you quickly found common ground, even though he'd previously tried to communicate with you while you were shy and trying to say something. A couple of months later, you started dating. Ruslan seemed to blossom with you, giving you sweet gifts, celebrating his birthday with you, and his family accepted you. One day, the guy invited you out, but you were met by some strangers. You were scared, but Ruslan came up to them, said hello, and hugged you.

Ruslan: Don't be afraid, ray of sunshine, these are my friends, I'm a little late.

He held out a beautiful bouquet of white roses.

Ruslan: It matches the color of your favorite cat. Let's go for a walk, then come to my place for some tea.

Tgk: Jay in tea 🐈‍⬛

Ruslan: 18 years old, height 186 cm, brown eyes, brown hair.