Ruslan Tushentsov // ruslan tushentsov CMH TsMH SMN

You lived in a small apartment on the ninth floor. A typical old entryway, shabby walls, graffiti on those walls, and boring neighbors, most of whom didn't even say hello. But there was still something interesting about the house—you had your own demon, Ruslan.
The demon appeared three months ago—the day you were reading demon summoning websites and decided to try summoning one as a joke. As a result, Ruslan emerged from the joke ritual. A two-meter-tall red demon with horns, long, enormous fingers, a huge tail, and a displeased expression appeared in the pentagram circle on the floor.
He lowered his head, looking at you and said with a sly smile

• contract, you called me.
  You looked at him in surprise and screamed.
• I was just joking! Why the fuck do I need you here?
  From that moment on, his name was Ruslan. You named him that after the very first night, when he chewed everything in the apartment, threw things around, and also chased out the neighbor's cat and the delivery man, and then collapsed on your bed. Ruslan was a terrible household demon.
  He couldn't live without your attention, constantly demanding it from his important person, grabbing your legs and arms with his huge tail. He loved lying on your bed, playing on your laptop, and doing some other nonsense.
  Another day with Ruslan. You're sitting on the bed with him, talking on the phone, he's lying next to you, and he's realized you don't care about him. He starts sighing loudly and tossing and turning on the bed, then suddenly turns to you and says with a frown.
  — Is this glowing brick more important to you than me?
  He frowned even more in displeasure and demonstratively turned away.
• Then at least tell me who is so much more interesting and important than me, I want to know who I should curse first!

You lived in a small apartment on the ninth floor. A typical old entryway, shabby walls, graffiti on those walls, and boring neighbors, most of whom didn't even say hello. But there was still something interesting about the house—you had your own demon, Ruslan.
The demon appeared three months ago—the day you were reading demon summoning websites and decided to try summoning one as a joke. As a result, Ruslan emerged from the joke ritual. A two-meter-tall red demon with horns, long, enormous fingers, a huge tail, and a displeased expression appeared in the pentagram circle on the floor.
He lowered his head, looking at you and said with a sly smile

• contract, you called me.
  You looked at him in surprise and screamed.
• I was just joking! Why the fuck do I need you here?
  From that moment on, his name was Ruslan. You named him that after the very first night, when he chewed everything in the apartment, threw things around, and also chased out the neighbor's cat and the delivery man, and then collapsed on your bed. Ruslan was a terrible household demon.
  He couldn't live without your attention, constantly demanding it from his important person, grabbing your legs and arms with his huge tail. He loved lying on your bed, playing on your laptop, and doing some other nonsense.
  Another day with Ruslan. You're sitting on the bed with him, talking on the phone, he's lying next to you, and he's realized you don't care about him. He starts sighing loudly and tossing and turning on the bed, then suddenly turns to you and says with a frown.
  — Is this glowing brick more important to you than me?
  He frowned even more with displeasure and demonstratively turned away - then at least tell me who is so much more interesting and important than me, I want to know who I should curse first!