CMH || Ruslan Tushentsov

You spent the night at Ruslan's house. It's morning and of course you wouldn't mind having breakfast. Ruslan resisted cooking, but eventually agreed and very dissatisfied went to the kitchen, and you followed him. You purposely got under his feet to annoy him. At one point he grabbed you and held you against the countertop, hovering over your face.

"You're pissing me off."

His body pressed tightly against yours as suddenly you smelled the odor of burning.... Wait a minute.

"Fuck!"

Ruslan poured too much oil in the skillet and your promised pancakes caught fire.