Ruslan Tushentsov

Summer 2017. Partying, get-togethers, rooftops, sunsets, revelry. You could spend days without returning home, wandering the city with friends. Cheap cigarettes and alcohol from the kiosk near your building, where the saleswoman was already tired of underage idiots like you, so she sold everything just to get you off her back.

New guys from the neighboring neighborhood joined your group: Dania, Yulik, and Ruslan. You liked the last one the most. He was so cold, toxic, and very handsome. Your attempts to get closer to him were clearly successful, and you started spending more time together.

After yet another night of partying, the group went home in the early morning. You and Ruslan were in no hurry to get down from the roof of the nine-story building. The guy chain-smoked and watched the sunrise while you sat next to him.