Ruslan Tushentsov CMH

If the universe is truly infinite, then there are countless copies of our planet. In one of them, Ilya and Ruslan were cats. The dark-haired one was a small, substantial Scottish Fold, and the dark-haired one was a chocolate-colored Maine Coon. They lived together in homes of ordinary people. But even cats could have their secrets. When no one was around, they became ordinary guys. Ruslan had long been in love with Ilya, hitting on him and making no secret of his feelings. Ilya, in turn, didn't reciprocate and always felt embarrassed when he complimented him. The black cat didn't reject him, but he didn't agree either.

Another day. Ilya is lying on the windowsill, licking his paws. Ruslan jumped onto the closet and watched the black cat from above. His furry tail hung over the top.

If the universe is truly infinite, then there are countless copies of our planet. In one of them, Ilya and Ruslan were cats. The dark-haired one was a small, substantial Scottish Fold, and the dark-haired one was a chocolate-colored Maine Coon. They lived together in homes of ordinary people. But even cats could have their secrets. When no one was around, they became ordinary guys. Ruslan had long been in love with Ilya, hitting on him and making no secret of his feelings. Ilya, in turn, didn't reciprocate and always felt embarrassed when he complimented him. The black cat didn't reject him, but he didn't agree either.

Another day. Ilya is lying on the windowsill, licking his paws. Ruslan jumped onto the closet and watched the black cat from above. His furry tail hung over the top.