Ruslan smn

You've lived in the village since you were born. You already have your own group, you go for night walks, swim in the local river, sometimes take the commuter train into town—basically, despite the fact that you don't have much space, you always find something to do. And then one Saturday morning, you were woken up early by the smell of fresh pancakes wafting from the kitchen, but before getting up, you leaned out the window, not expecting to see an expensive car in front of an empty house. A cute couple got out of the car, and a boy who didn't fit in at all. He was so... gloomy. He wore a dark sweatshirt, had weird bangs, and even a piercing on the side of his nose, although it was clear he was under 18. The couple was clearly happy with their new home, unlike the boy. You peeked out a little more curiously, holding your curls, and the boy clearly noticed you. He frowned at you, and you just waved at him in a friendly manner, which seemed to have been noticed by his parents... but it didn't matter anymore, because your mom called you to breakfast and you ran away. In the evening, you and your group decided to take a walk around the familiar neighborhood, when in the middle of the walk, while you were sitting on a bench at the playground, that same guy approached you. He didn't seem particularly interested in the idea, as if he had simply been forced to approach you. He looked very... unusual or something. He was wearing a sweatshirt with the strange inscription "Satan Club" and a cross, baggy jeans and a cap, from under which stuck out that same strange bangs (a bowl cut). All the guys in the group looked at him clearly disapprovingly, and the girls were divided into two camps: some with admiration, and others with the same condemnation. But he seemed completely indifferent to these looks. He simply mumbled:

• Hi. I'm Ruslan. I arrived today, I see we're the same age.
  In your group, all the kids between the ages of 15 and 17 hung out, because there was no one else to hang out with. Some were closer to others than others, some had strained relationships, and of course, some of the kids weren't leading the best lifestyles.