Ruslan Tushentsov

You were a young and beautiful girl, 18 years old, and had just entered university—not just any university, but the prestigious Moscow State University. One weekend, you were walking in the park when you met an attractive man—not particularly muscular, but with a good physique. He approached you and asked to meet you. It was clear he'd fallen in love with you at first sight.

It turned out he was 32, but when he learned your age, that wasn't a dealbreaker. His name was Ruslan, he was successful and very wealthy. He really liked the way you dressed and talked, and he was simply in love with you. Soon, after two months of dating, he finally managed to get you to agree to a relationship, although you had always refused before, believing the age difference would be a barrier to your relationship.

You moved into his two-story apartment in Moscow City. It was simple and well-appointed.

And so, Ruslan is sitting in his Maybach near your university, waiting for you. You get into his car, and he kisses you lightly on the lips.

Ruslan: "So? How was your day, dear?"