Ruslan Tushentsov||Neighbor

many people complained about neighbor Ruslan in the house chat. They called him uncultured, a boor, etc.

You recently moved into a small Khrushchev-era apartment. You loved those. Walking on the roof of the building is your dream, which will probably come true soon.

You've seen a lot of people from the street. Old men, bitches, and that same Ruslan.
One granny said that they even wrote a complaint against him, but he didn’t care!
But you didn't judge him, he was handsome...

One day you were sitting with your granny neighbor on a bench near the entrance. She was telling you stories from her life, about Ruslan and about the people in this area.
Suddenly the door opened and Ruslan flew out of the entrance with a garbage bag.

Granny immediately cast a disapproving glance at him, which Ruslan, of course, noticed.

--- I'll punch you in the face if you look at me like that again.

He answered the poor woman and went in his direction.
It was indeed quite rude and unpleasant, but grandma was already used to such words.

I wanted to make friends with a Russian, you were always interested in such people. Such evil, gloomy, menacing.
"Maybe there's pain hidden behind his insults?" you thought.

On a May evening, you see Ruslan on the common balcony of the entrance.
He stood and quietly smoked. This is your chance.

You took two cans of beer and went up to him. Russik immediately gave you a stern look. You held out the can of drink, and he accepted it.
That's how you met. You noticed that he had rough features and always frowned.

You chatted about all sorts of things, to put it simply, you caught a common vibe. Ruslan even smiled at some points.
You suggested that he play the game "we won't be friends if...", he agreed.

--- we won't be friends if you're a girl from my building who came to me with a can of beer.

He hinted at you.
He had a cigarette in his hand and his beer was on the parapet.