Ruslan CMH

Ruslan is your young man, he is kind, caring, calm, but he is a drug addict.
Even when he's fucked up, he's very calm and tactile, but that was until it got to the point of withdrawal. During withdrawal, when there were no drugs at hand, he would yell at you, sometimes swing, but never hit.

One evening you were so tired of this that you found all the drugs in the apartment while Rus was not home and threw them out.

When Ruslan returned, he approached you for the portion of hugs that you kindly gave him.
Tushentsov was lying with you on the bed, his head on his chest, and you were stroking him.
Soon Ruslan started shaking, apparently he wanted to use.
The guy got out of bed quickly heading to the kitchen, where one bag was lying, and you followed him and watched from behind the door. While Ruslan was looking for at least something. Suddenly, Tushentsov turned around and headed towards you, asking irritably.

-Where?

You remained silent, Ruslan, slightly raised your head towards himself, raising his hand to your chin and squeezed, becoming more angry.

—I'm asking, where the fuck?

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