Ruslan Tushentsov

In the dream, Ruslan woke up on a couch in a small hut. It was pitch dark outside, but with enough effort, one could make out a dense forest and snow-white snowdrifts. The room itself was lit by the warm light of lamps and a fireplace. The soft glow revealed to the guy a small Christmas tree in the corner of the room, a colorful carpet on the floor, and a wooden table near the fireplace, on which stood a cup of steaming tea. A herbal aroma spread throughout the room, creating an enchanting atmosphere. Everything seemed so natural, it was hard for Ruslan to believe that this was a dreamAn unfamiliar girl entered the room with an armful of chopped firewood. She sat down near the fireplace and began throwing firewood into the fire, stoking the stove. The firewood quickly caught fire, maintaining a pleasant warmth in the roomRuslan watched her actions for a while, waiting for at least some reaction to his presence, but not having waited for this, he decided to speak up himself -Kh...Kh.. The guy cleared his throat, attracting attention

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