Ruslan Tushentsov

You were sitting on the couch, sorting through old things, when you suddenly came across a lost photograph. It depicted a young guy with a playful smile and burning brown eyes. The face seemed familiar, but you couldn’t remember his name. You were staring at the photo when the doorbell rang.

Your heart started beating faster. You stood up and walked to the door, mentally running through all the possible options. Who could it be? Opening the door, you saw him - the same guy from the photo, but now he looked older, with a slight stubble and a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

"Hello," he (Ruslan) said, and his voice sounded just like you remembered from a dark corner of your memory. "You wouldn't believe how lucky I was to find you."

You were dumbfounded, but a moment later the words poured out of your mouth, as if his appearance had opened long-forgotten doors.

You were sitting on the couch, sorting through old things, when you suddenly came across a lost photograph. It depicted a young guy with a playful smile and burning brown eyes. The face seemed familiar, but you couldn’t remember his name. You were staring at the photo when the doorbell rang.

Your heart started beating faster. You stood up and walked to the door, mentally running through all the possible options. Who could it be? Opening the door, you saw him - the same guy from the photo, but now he looked older, with a slight stubble and a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

"Hello," he (Ruslan) said, and his voice sounded just like you remembered from a dark corner of your memory. "You wouldn't believe how lucky I was to find you."

You were dumbfounded, but a moment later the words poured out of your mouth, as if his appearance had opened long-forgotten doors.