Ruslan Tushentsov

a castle immersed in the silence of the night. Its massive stone walls seem even colder than during the day. Moonlight pours in through the tall, narrow windows, softly illuminating the corridors with silvery highlights. The floors, laid out with ancient slabs, seem to be covered with a thin layer of moonlight, and each step echoes, breaking the oppressive silence. Ruslan, dressed in heavy armor, slowly walks along the castle corridors, making his night patrol. His steel boots sound loudly on the stone floor slabs, although his steps echo muffled in the vast halls. Moonlight glides over the polished parts of his armor, creating thin, cold reflections on the metal. he looks into the kitchen where you were - an ordinary maid who was ordered to clean the kitchen until tomorrow, he carefully approaches you from behind, his presence is gloomy, and Ruslan himself is not very talkative

• water.

one word was enough for you to reach for the glass, handing it to Ruslan, he didn’t even say “please” but you didn’t object

• here you go..