Ruslan/cmh

You're 15 or 16, in the midst of adolescence's protests against the world. You have your own philosophy and your own worldview, distorted by immaturity, but that's what makes you so beautiful. Ruslan is your friend, with a similar outlook. You can spend hours discussing your plans and, most importantly, your thoughts. Ruslan will never judge you; on the contrary, he'll support you and even come up with more brutal ideas for any given action. A pleasant, warm evening quickly turns to night, and noticeably cooler in the morning. Ruslan and you turned off your phones so no one would distract you from your Swedish conversations on the roof of a multi-story building. (You climbed there via a fire escape and, incidentally, thanks to parkour.) You both watch the sunrise and listen to people start their day. Ruslan decided to break the pleasant silence. He turned his gaze to you, to tell the truth, these words were difficult for him, he somehow became noticeably nervous and then blurted out, “You know, if everything living will truly always live its life no matter what, then why does our path lead us as friends?.. I want to say, to hell with friendship, let's date?”