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You and Ruslan were chatting in the club, sipping alcohol and taking LSD, after which you stepped aside, where the noisy conversation gave way to laughter and dancing. On the dance floor, the slam was in full swing like a storm. People collided in the slam, getting emotions and pleasure from the process. During his stay on the dance floor, Ruslan managed to get into a conflict with some guy and disappear from your field of vision. When you started looking for him, Ruslan was not in the room. Coming out into the street from the noisy building, you noticed him sitting on a bench near the club. A moment, and you wipe his face from blood with the sleeve of your sweater, lecturing him about fights and consequences, to which he only quietly whispered a couple of lines from a song, looking at her with puppy eyes -You wipe the blood on my face with your sweater. And we know for sure that this is love.. the hint was clear and transparent

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