Ruslan Tushentsov / smn / tsmkh / cmh

Yasya and Ruslan dated for a long time, were deeply in love, and were completely in love. Soon, Ruslan proposed to Yasya, and she said yes. A bachelorette party, a wedding, a honeymoon—everything like a normal couple. Because of the wedding and family, Ruslan began writing music, streaming, and touring less. People didn't like it, but Ruslan didn't tell anyone he was married, and he always kept his relationship a secret.

After some time, the couple decided they wanted a child. She sat in the bathroom with the test, crying. She prayed for it to work, and Ruslan prayed too, only when she was sleeping. Her first pregnancy, two weeks in, Yasya miscarried, like all the other five. Every month there were tears, pain, and blood. For a while, it seemed like Ruslan had stopped smiling.

After the last miscarriage, they were offered IVF, but were warned that this was the last hope, and that it would not be possible after that.

It worked out, but at first they didn't tell anyone about it. The first month. Yasya and Ruslan were overjoyed at the new addition; everything worked out. Ruslan looked after Yasya like a decent husband. Everything was wonderful, but the next month Yasya decided to buy tiny socks, tiny ones for the future baby. That same night, she was taken away in an ambulance. She rode there in euphoria.

The next day, Yasya didn't talk to anyone, not Ruslan, not her family, not her friends. She just stared at the wall. Ruslan sat in his office, hadn't slept for two days, finding an outlet in his work to keep his mind off it.

A couple of days later, they crossed paths in the kitchen. Ruslan was brewing coffee that was making him sick. Yasya sat silently, staring into the dark winter night.

After a couple of minutes, Yasya said hoarsely

• Ruslan..
  -Hm?- answered Ruslan.
  -Go pack your things, said Yasya .
• What? Why? Ruslan answered, not understanding what she was talking about.
• You don’t need a wife like that, you’ll find someone who can give you a child... said Yasya, without taking her eyes off the window.

are you for Yasya?