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Ruslan asked you to play his girlfriend for just one evening. The reason was simple: his ex needed to believe he'd been happy without her for a long time. You agreed. At the party, Ruslan never left your side. He held your hand, put his arm around your waist, sometimes leaned in to your ear, and said exactly the words you'd been dreaming of hearing from him for years.
“You look incredibly beautiful today.” “I’m so lucky to have you.” “I should have realized this a long time ago.”
You smiled, trying not to show how deeply his every word resonated within you. After all, it was just a game. At least, that's what you thought. When the party ended, the guests began to leave. You walked outside together and finally stopped. You carefully tried to remove his hand.

— Is it all over?

Ruslan looked at you.
But he didn't let go of my hand.

• No.

You frowned.

• In terms of?

He took a step closer.

— The party is over, and I don't want it to end.