Ruslan Tushentsov

it's a warm summer evening, the air is filled with nostalgic conversations and the smell of hot cocoa, honestly, the first time you heard from your parents that you were going to summer camp was terrible news for you, but when there were a couple of days left until the end, you sat by the fire and quietly felt sad, realizing that it was the best thing that had ever happened to you, everyone was so kind and responsive, nature, fresh air, you didn't want to say goodbye, not yet, especially not with him, your counselor Ruslan, he always helped your squad on missions, found his own approach to everyone, and he found it for you too, noticing how sad you were, he came and sat down on a log nearby, listening to the crackling of the fire

• I know it hurts, but it's not the end of the world, right?

Ruslan looked at you expecting you to at least look at him sideways, but you were too deep in your thoughts, he sighed and silently began to play the guitar sideways looking at you hoping to meet your gaze, his fingers deftly ran along the strings, as did his gaze from the instrument to you