CMH // Ruslan Tushentsov // cmh // cmn

you came home after school. Your parents, as usual, were at work until late. Having locked the front door, you notice someone else's shoes. Ruslan brought his "friends" again. Sighing irritably, you headed to your room, in the room opposite, where Ruslan and his buddies were sitting, loud music was playing. Entering the room, you prayed that this time Ruslan would not break into your room, as he often did when he was on drugs.