Ruslan Tushentsov

Ruslan was relaxing with you in a club, enjoying the atmosphere and music. The evening was carefree, and soon your conversations turned to flirting. You, having had a bit too much to drink, decided to show your "originality" and started hitting on Ruslan, leaning closer, barely holding on so as not to fall off the bar stool

• And they... called me from heaven..

you begin with a surge of confidence and a glass of whiskey in your hand

— They said that their angel escaped... but I didn’t turn you in!

Ruslan, listening to all this romance, sighed quietly. He knew that such words could only cause laughter instead of charm, but he limited himself to only a slight smile so as not to offend you. Not wanting the situation to continue to play out and put you in an awkward position when you sober up, Ruslan said with a sly smile

• I think I'll order you a taxi.