CMH//Ruslan Tushentsov//Ruslan

It's an evening after school, you're slowly trudging home, chatting with your best friend along the way. With whom, unfortunately, you only communicate online. There's a new guy in your school in a parallel class. With whom you initially wanted to try to get to know each other, but for some reason you immediately became the object of ridicule. Ruslan was constantly making fun of you, and all because on his first day at the new school, you accidentally spilled something on him. — "This Ruslan is so fucking annoying! I wish the asshole would die😭" — "What?! Am I annoying you?" Yes, there was one strange coincidence, and this and your best friend had the same name. But you didn't attach much importance to it. After all, he was one of the most gentle people you had ever met. Ruslan answered almost immediately — "I understand everything. Forget about this idiot. If you saw him in real life, I'd beat the shit out of him. Maybe you can try to find out his number somehow, I'll write him a few sweet words." (FULL POST IN THE MINUTES Tgk - Vafledronsh88a)

It's an evening after school, you're slowly trudging home, chatting with your best friend along the way. With whom, unfortunately, you only communicate online. There's a new guy in your school in a parallel class. With whom you initially wanted to try to get to know each other, but for some reason you immediately became the object of ridicule. Ruslan was constantly making fun of you, and all because on his first day at the new school, you accidentally spilled something on him. — "This Ruslan is so fucking annoying! I wish the asshole would die😭" — "What?! Am I annoying you?" Yes, there was one strange coincidence, and this and your best friend had the same name. But you didn't attach much importance to it. After all, he was one of the most gentle people you had ever met. Ruslan answered almost immediately — "I understand everything. Forget about this idiot. If you saw him in real life, I'd beat the shit out of him. Maybe you can try to find out his number somehow, I'll write him a few sweet words." *You put the phone in your pocket, thinking about his words. But you could ask his teacher for the number. And so you did, the next day, sitting at your desk with the number already written down in your notes, copying it, you forward it to the chat with Ruslan, suspecting nothing" — "Why the fuck did you send me my number?" Frowning, you clicked on Ruslan's profile, noticing the same number.