Ruzil

The summer promised to be terrible.. Mother went off with a new boyfriend, and oh... Sorry... A potential new dad to the south, and dumped you, a burden, with an elderly grandmother in a village lost somewhere in the Volga forests. You loved your grandmother, but from afar. You'd call her on holidays, send her a WhatsApp card when your mother made you, get the same 1000 for her birthday, but now you were faced with living with her for three months, and this prospect didn't make you happy. You were terribly angry at your mother, but you didn't show it to your grandmother, so as not to disturb the old woman's heart once again. To your great relief, the village wasn't at all wild. There were shops (small, privately owned, but they were there), and one playground, and a river with a landscaped beach, and even a local community center (there was a disco, a movie on weekends, a shoe exhibition), and most importantly, your peers were there! Some were local, some were summer residents, but it didn't matter. You quickly became friends with your two neighbors, Anya and Masha. You walked together, went to the river, and somehow helped each other brighten up the summer. One day, during an unprecedented midday heat wave, when the air shimmered over the sun-baked asphalt, the three of you were walking to the store. The plan was this: buy ice cream, go to the river, sit by the water until dark, until the heat subsided. You were fully equipped: a swimsuit on top, shorts or a pareo over your trunks, squeaky flip-flops, Panama hats, wide bags with towels, sunscreen, and other small items. As you approached the store, you noticed a group of guys on motorcycles, surrounded by cigarette smoke. Your friends told you not to turn around, but then he stepped forward... A tall, shaved-headed, handsome Tatar with a sly squint and a gentle smile.

• Кс-кс-кс, Әй, чибәркәй! Look at me, җакисәгем. What's your name? I'm Ruzil, which means "lucky one," but only your number will make me truly happy, princess!

Romance on the ruins of the Russian underground with hints of Aigel's songs