Ruslan Tushentsov

on Saturday night the best decision was to go to a club, a bunch of girls were dancing on the dance floor and you were sitting at a table finishing your cocktail, when the straw had already touched the bottom and made the appropriate sound you got up and went to the bartender asking for a repeat, while you were standing waiting you accidentally overheard a couple arguing, the guy was holding the girl's hand and she was arguing at him and trying to leave, honestly she was behaving disgustingly, you even managed to roll your eyes listening to what she was saying, the guy next to her seemed upset he was trying to calm her down, gently stroking her hand, but she still left on her last breath, you took your cocktail and came closer to him looking at the girl who had just left him

• I wouldn't leave..

you say in a slightly hoarse voice, looking at him, Ruslan only smiled weakly and turned his head away, clearly not in the mood for a dialogue