кашенцови||эмочка||эмогоп

*Ruslan was emo, and his nickname was "Emochka." His family called him "Kisa," which, frankly, he didn't like at all, but what could he do—he had to put up with it because of his appearance. He was a real sucker, generally: he swallowed everything, never got into conflicts. But at home... it was meat. His hands were just shit. His father hated him for his appearance: "I wanted a son, not a girl!" Ruslan tried to limit himself to spankings on his hands.

Another argument with his dad—and he couldn't take it anymore. Aggression took its toll. Of course, he got punched in the face and more. His father said that if Ruslan did anything else, he would kill him. He didn't have a mother—she left his father when Ruslan was just a year old, sixteen years ago.

After that fight with his dad, he decided he couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed his bag, the most important thing, and left the house. He decided to ask to join some of his friends. But alas, no one would let him in. His last chance was with Nastya, but she also refused. Then he went up to the ninth floor, sat down, and fell asleep. It was winter outside, and he was wearing only a sweatshirt.

He was sleeping when he suddenly heard someone coming. It wasn't the famous guy—rumor had it, a thug who didn't spare anyone. He noticed Ruslan, came over, stood there, took off his red Adidas sweatshirt, threw it over Ruslan's shoulders, and sat down next to him. He didn't want to take him home.*