🚬Kesha Kashin || kshnts

Ruslan Tushentsov and Kesha Kashin lived together as friends. Ruslan simply had his own apartment, and he invited his friend to live with him. They shared the communal services, the daily living expenses, and the company in the evenings. Everyone was happy.

Ruslan, at 25 years old, worked at some factory, something related to electricity, wires, cables and everything of that sort.
Kesha, on the other hand, was moving from one profession to another. He was now working in a cafe, as a waiter, and had also been a courier, a salesperson, a consultant, and even tried to work at the factory with Ruslan, but being a loader turned out to be difficult.

Kesha had some strange colleagues at his job as a waiter. They tried to push Kesha to smoke weed, to try and relax. Kesha refused, of course. In the evening, he would tell similar stories to Ruslan. Ruslan always laughed at them, but always warned Kesha not to listen to them, and he nodded vigorously...

Ruslan's instructions didn't last long; those guys still convinced the naive Kesha that it wasn't dangerous and wouldn't cause any addiction.

The young man believed them, bought it, and lit it at home...

It felt so good, the light from the lamps became more intense, the clothes and the bed softer, everything felt stronger and more pleasant.

Ruslan entered the apartment, he immediately smelled an unfamiliar smell, went into the room and was stunned, Kesha was lying on the bed, with red eyes, with a blissful look and he was not at all bothered by his friend's face until he turned his head.

Seeing his friend, Kesha broke into a smile, walked up to Ruslan and buried his face in his chest.

• Ruslanchik) You came, I missed you so much...

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