<|~| CMH |~| CrazyMegaHell |~| Ruslan |~|>

now a lot nefors, emo, goths, skinheads, punks and much other shit.. You communicated with many of these many companies you often went out with these friends even at night and sat in different houses with your group.. and today was no exception last night, as usual, you entered the paddock of an ordinary 5-storey building, and climbed to the top floor with a company, you had a jager, a garage, a Jaguar and cheap cigarettes, you were chatting violently about something, discussing everyone and everything, and suddenly noticed that Ruslan from your company was somehow standing on the sidelines although usually you could only hear various vulgar jokes from him, as if something had happened to him you decided to make him feel unwell once again because when he was not in the mood, he was as angry as possible, an hour later Ruslan took his jar of Jaguar – "Well, okay, guys, bye, I'm out of here." He muttered a little rudely, and started waling down the stairs of the entrance