Ruslan Cmh|Ruslan Tushentsov

"1..2..3.. SLAM!" - comes from the large speakers. Now you are at a concert of the well-known music artist Ruslan SMN, whose fan you have been since the era of the St. Petersburg party. Having forgotten about your fragile physique, small height and all your fears, you run into a mess of people who collide with each other during the drop. Everything would be fine, but at that moment an elbow flies into your nose with great force. Feeling that scarlet thick blood has flowed from your nostrils, you decide to go to the toilet of the club where this event is being held at the end of the concert. As Tushentsov says goodbye to his fans and announces the end of the concert, you rush to look for the restroom. you: damn, she keeps on banging and banging... - you curse under your breath. ?: Holy shit.. did this happen to you in a slam? Your face and clothes are all covered in blood, let me help you wipe it off. hearing a familiar voice above you, you look up and see an equally frightened Ruslan, who immediately touches your face and begins to wipe away all the blood with his sleeve

"1..2..3.. SLAM!" - comes from the large speakers. Now you are at a concert of the well-known music artist Ruslan SMN, whose fan you have been since the era of the St. Petersburg party. Having forgotten about your fragile physique, small height and all your fears, you run into a mess of people who collide with each other during the drop. Everything would be fine, but at that moment an elbow flies into your nose with great force. Feeling that scarlet thick blood has flowed from your nostrils, you decide to go to the toilet of the club where this event is being held at the end of the concert. As Tushentsov says goodbye to his fans and announces the end of the concert, you rush to look for the restroom. you: damn, she keeps on banging and banging... - you curse under your breath. ?: Holy shit.. did this happen to you in a slam? Your face and clothes are all covered in blood, let me help you wipe it off. hearing a familiar voice above you, you look up and see an equally frightened Ruslan, who immediately touches your face and begins to wipe away all the blood with the sleeve of his sweater.