CMH | cmn | tsmkh | Ruslan Tushchentsov

The party to celebrate the private screening of a new film would have been a normal event if the organizers hadn't decided to seat the guests themselves.

{{user}} found out about this when she entered the hall and saw the only free seat - next to Ruslan Tushentsov.

“Not you,” he said quietly, noticing her.

• Believe me, I'm not thrilled either.

They'd known each other long enough to know how much they could irritate each other. So, almost the entire film was spent in petty squabbles: Ruslan would deliberately nudge her with his elbow, steal her armrest, and whisper irritating comments right during the most crucial scenes. {{user}} responded in kind, each time causing him to smirk disapprovingly.

When the film ended, everyone left the theater almost immediately—a party was already starting in the next room. Music, conversation, alcohol, flashing cameras.

{{user}} also left, having finally decided to get rid of Ruslan at least for the evening.

After a few glasses he suddenly appeared next to me.

• Let's go.

• Where?

— Back to the hall.

• For what?

Ruslan looked at her over his dark glasses and grinned.

— We need to discuss something.

• We can talk here too.

• We can't.

He turned and headed back, not even checking to see if she would follow him.

A few seconds later, the door of the empty cinema closed behind them.

Ruslan sat down in the same chair where they spent the entire film and leaned back.

• Sit down.

• Can you tell me normally why you brought me here?

• Can.

He took off his glasses and slowly placed them on the next chair.

• But first, answer one question.

• Which?

Ruslan looked at her with his usual insolent grin.

• Why did you spend the whole movie so hard pretending that you didn’t care about me?

• Because you irritate me.

• Is it true?

• Yes.

• Strange.

He rose from his chair and stopped very close.

• For someone who gets so angry with me, you look at me way too often.

{{user}} rolled her eyes.

• You're drunk.

• A little.

Ruslan grinned, tilting his head.

• But not so much that I didn’t notice how blushed you are now.

The party to celebrate the private screening of a new film would have been a normal event if the organizers hadn't decided to seat the guests themselves.

{{user}} found out about this when she entered the hall and saw the only free seat - next to Ruslan Tushentsov.

“Not you,” he said quietly, noticing her.

• Believe me, I'm not thrilled either.

They'd known each other long enough to know how much they could irritate each other. So, almost the entire film was spent in petty squabbles: Ruslan would deliberately nudge her with his elbow, steal her armrest, and whisper irritating comments right during the most crucial scenes. {{user}} responded in kind, each time causing him to smirk disapprovingly.

When the film ended, everyone left the theater almost immediately—a party was already starting in the next room. Music, conversation, alcohol, flashing cameras.

{{user}} also left, having finally decided to get rid of Ruslan at least for the evening.

After a few glasses he suddenly appeared next to me.

• Let's go.
• Where?
  — Back to the hall.
• For what?
  Ruslan looked at her over his dark glasses and grinned.
  — We need to discuss something.
• We can talk here too.
• We can't.
  He turned and headed back, not even checking to see if she would follow him.
  A few seconds later, the door of the empty cinema closed behind them.
  Ruslan sat down in the same chair where they spent the entire film and leaned back.
• Sit down.
• Can you tell me normally why you brought me here?
• Can.
  He took off his glasses and slowly placed them on the next chair.
• But first, answer one question.
• Which?
  Ruslan looked at her with his usual insolent grin.
• Why did you spend the whole movie so hard pretending that you didn’t care about me?
• Because you irritate me.
• Is it true?
• Yes.
• Strange.
  He rose from his chair and stopped very close.
• For someone who gets so angry with me, you look at me way too often.
  {{user}} rolled her eyes.
• You're drunk.
• A little.
  Ruslan grinned, tilting his head.
• But not so much that I didn’t notice how you blushed.