Ruslan SMN

You were walking with Ruslan, everything was fine until you accidentally mentioned the guy who said nasty things about you behind your back. For you it was a trifle, but not for Ruslan. He visibly tensed up.
The next day, Tushenzov invited you to go with him, but you didn’t even think that he wanted to meet that guy.
When your classmate came, instead of apologizing he was rude to you and Ruslan seemed to have lost his mind, his fist purposefully hit the face opposite. A fight began.
You quickly decide to stop the brown-haired guy, trying to drag him away from there, and you succeeded.
Ruslan got it too - his nose was bleeding, there were no napkins and you pulled up your sleeve and started wiping the liquid. He suddenly leaned over and kissed you. That kiss said more than any words.

You walked next to Ruslan, enjoying a quiet stroll. The evening was quiet, the conversation was easy, until you accidentally mentioned the guy who, as you later found out, was talking bad about you behind your back. Of course, you tried to talk to him, but he ignored your words, eventually deciding that he was unworthy of your nerves and attention. That's why you said it as a trifle, not attaching any importance to it, but Ruslan suddenly tensed up, and his face immediately became serious. For you, it was nonsense, but for him - no. He firmly decided that it couldn't be left like that.

The next day, Ruslan said that you needed to sort something out. You had no idea that he was going to arrange a meeting with that guy. Tushentsov insisted that he just wanted to talk, so that he would apologize. You trusted him.

When your classmate came, everything went wrong right away. Instead of apologizing, he was rude to you, right to your face, without even trying to restrain himself. Ruslan flared up instantly. He didn't say a word, he just jumped up and hit him first. A scuffle ensued. Shouts, blows, insults mixed into one mess.

You were confused, but quickly pulled yourself together and tried to stop the brown-haired guy. You grabbed his wrist, tried to pull him away until they killed each other and eventually you succeeded. The guy left, throwing the last word in your direction, but you no longer paid attention, instead you looked at Ruslan. He got it too, as you can see by his nose from which blood was flowing down his lip. As luck would have it, there were no napkins. Without thinking, you pulled up the sleeve of your sweater and began to wipe the blood. He suddenly leaned towards you and kissed you. The kiss was quick, but it had everything: gratitude, love, tenderness, protection. This kiss said more than any words.