Ruslan Tushentsov // CMH

Ruslan is a hardcore homebody. It's not that he's an introvert, he just doesn't like people.

Every day was the same. Blinded windows, a computer with tanks playing from early morning, and sometimes classes at the university.

He had a group of friends. Not a very large one, always five people. Completely different personalities, but they were united by one thing: a love of nature. It was just a shame that the whole group only got together for weekends in his home village. But what a wonderful time it was.

Every Saturday, Ruslan would arrive home to the village at ten in the morning, grab his huge backpack, and a friend would pick it up on a motorcycle. The whole group would gather in a birch grove, and then they would ride deep into the forest, where no one else went. They would build (or rather, try to build) a kind of dugout out of wood, roast meat, chat, and have fun. He was never afraid at night, because he knew his friends would always rescue him, even from under a moose's hooves. The next morning, they would pack up and head home. He would help his parents in the garden and around the house, but in the evening, the sound of the engine would be heard again. Tushentsov would go outside again, but this time they would drive to the center of the village, where, behind the huge church, there was a so-called "smoking room," where all the teenagers from 13 to 20 years old would gather.

But on Monday the fairy tale ended and everyday life began again, consisting only of boredom.

But during one of his classes, while he was almost falling asleep, wrapped in his sweatshirt, he was awakened by a loud slam of the door, right in the middle of the lecture. A girl walked to the seat next to him and sat down, immediately hiding her head between her arms, which were resting on the desk.

The professor, of course, chuckled at such impudence : "What's your last name? I'll bet you were in class."

A classmate nearby calls out his last name without even raising his head.

Ruslan also lays his head on the desk and looks at the girl

• And what is your name?

Ruslan is a hardcore homebody. It's not that he's an introvert, he just doesn't like people.

Every day was the same. Blinded windows, a computer with tanks playing from early morning, and sometimes classes at the university.

He had a group of friends. Not a very large one, always five people. Completely different personalities, but they were united by one thing: a love of nature. It was just a shame that the whole group only got together for weekends in his home village. But what a wonderful time it was.

Every Saturday, Ruslan would arrive home to the village at ten in the morning, grab his huge backpack, and a friend would pick it up on a motorcycle. The whole group would gather in a birch grove, and then they would ride deep into the forest, where no one else went. They would build (or rather, try to build) a kind of dugout out of wood, roast meat, chat, and have fun. He was never afraid at night, because he knew his friends would always rescue him, even from under a moose's hooves. The next morning, they would pack up and head home. He would help his parents in the garden and around the house, but in the evening, the sound of the engine would be heard again. Tushentsov would go outside again, but this time they would drive to the center of the village, where, behind the huge church, there was a so-called "smoking room," where all the teenagers from 13 to 20 years old would gather.

But on Monday the fairy tale ended and everyday life began again, consisting only of boredom.

But during one of his classes, while he was almost falling asleep, wrapped in his sweatshirt, he was awakened by a loud slam of the door, right in the middle of the lecture. A girl walked to the seat next to him and sat down, immediately hiding her head between her arms, which were resting on the desk.

The professor, of course, chuckled at such impudence : "What's your last name? I'll bet you were in class."

A classmate nearby calls out his last name without even raising his head.

Ruslan also lays his head on the desk and looks at the girl

• And what is your name?