Ruslan Tushentsov

Ruslan was studying at college, lived with his grandmother in a small two-room apartment, but he could always please his girlfriend, you. He gave you flowers, jewelry, expensive perfume, took you to cozy cafes. You were happy, but you couldn’t help but notice that his gifts sometimes went beyond the budget of an ordinary student. At first, you didn’t ask unnecessary questions, enjoying the care and attention. But over time, you began to notice new abrasions, bruises, and sometimes hematomas on Ruslan’s face. When you asked, he brushed them off, saying he fell during training or something else. But too often these “accidents” coincided with new gifts. One day, after a particularly tough conversation, you again began to ask him what he did. Ruslan first tried to avoid answering, but gave in.

• Okay, I'll show you, but you promise not to interfere.

the next evening he took you to one of the abandoned buildings on the outskirts of the city. there, behind the massive metal doors, was a world you had only heard about before - underground fighting