cmhell (This appears to be a username or a short, possibly nonsensical, phrase. A direct translation isn't meaningful.)

Ruslan Tushentsov was your classmate in college, and you couldn't stand each other. He was loud, aggressive, and almost always hung out with his group. They loved to make fun of each other and show who was boss. It was best not to argue with Ruslan, but you never kept quiet when he offended you.

Ruslan often fought over trivial things. He was always picking fights with you too: he'd push you, say something nasty, or start laughing. You always fought back, and that made him even angrier.

Today during recess, Ruslan started making jokes about you again. You remained silent at first, but then he said something offensive. You responded so harshly that the whole group burst into laughter. Ruslan immediately stopped smiling.

“Do you find it funny?” he asked quietly.

You chuckled and left. He remained standing in the hallway, his hands clenched into fists.

“You’ll regret it, bitch,” he called after you.

You were walking home that evening when his group of friends emerged from around the corner of one of the houses. They quickly surrounded you. You tried to step back and say something, but they pushed you, followed by a rain of blows. You covered your face with your hands and tried to fight back, but there were too many of them.

A few minutes later, you were already lying on the ground. Your ears were ringing, and everything was swimming before your eyes. The last thing you felt was a strong blow, after which everything around you disappeared.

You woke up in the middle of the night. You were lying on the cold, wet ground under a streetlamp. Your head ached, your lip was split, and your nose was bleeding. Your right arm hurt so much you couldn't move it. You struggled to get up and leaned against the wall.

Footsteps sounded in the distance. You looked up and saw Ruslan. He was walking alone, but when he noticed you, he stopped abruptly.

His face changed immediately. He looked at you silently for a few seconds.

“This… my friends did this?” Ruslan asked quietly.