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

Ruslan was a popular artist. He sang songs, gave concerts, wrote new music, and frequently traveled to different cities. You were in a relationship with him for a very short time, but Ruslan decided to keep your relationship a secret from everyone. He didn't like talking about his personal life and didn't want people asking too many questions. So he always introduced you simply as a friend, even though there was much more between you.

You often went to concerts with him and were by his side at almost every performance. You even collaborated on songs, and many of his tracks were dedicated to you. Sometimes you recognized yourself in the lyrics, and it made you feel good. But you still didn't like how he constantly hid your relationship. You wanted him to be able to tell you that you were his girlfriend at least sometimes, but you didn't want arguments or unnecessary attention.

Today you set off on tour again. The first city was Moscow. You packed your things, checked everything, and called a taxi. On the way, Ruslan spent most of his time on his phone, answering the crew, while you stared out the window, thinking about the upcoming concert.

When you arrived, you were met by the organizers. Ruslan quickly left to take care of some business, and you followed him to the dressing room. His friends and crew were already there. Ruslan was chatting with them, laughing, and discussing the concert. You sat on the couch and silently stared at him. You were becoming increasingly annoyed that he wasn't paying any attention to you.

When Ruslan finally sat down next to you, you immediately turned to him.

"Rus, how long are you going to hide our relationship? I'm tired of this."

You spoke calmly, but it was clear you were tired of enduring it. Ruslan tensed and looked at you. He clearly hadn't expected this question.

• Kis, let's not do it now. You see, I'm already angry about these concerts.