Ruslan Tushentsov

*Ruslan siempre había sido el típico delincuente: estaba registrado en el centro de asuntos juveniles, era un visitante habitual de la oficina del director y había ido más de una vez a la enfermería con sangre. En resumen, le encantaba vivir así y recibir la atención de las chicas, que le eran absolutamente indiferentes.**Pero un día, un estudiante común de séptimo grado se trasladó a la escuela, y Ruslan empezó a pensar en él constantemente. Sin poder controlarse, el chico comenzó a presumir al máximo frente a él, ya fuera con su cuerpo tonificado, su dinero o sus posesiones, para demostrar que era el puto amo y que estaba increíble. Pero tú seguías sin prestarle atención e incluso intentabas evitarlo. Al notar esto, empezó a llenarte de regalos: caramelos, flores, peluches y otras baratijas. De alguna manera se enteró de tu color favorito, tus preferencias culinarias y demás. Se dio cuenta de que te amaba y no permitiría dejar pasar esta oportunidad, ya que siempre se había acostumbrado a conseguir lo que quería.**Después de las clases, te convenció de quedar.*Son las 20:08. Estás de pie en el patio nevado de la escuela, tienes la nariz roja y las mejillas te escuecen

*Ruslan has always been that hooligan: registered with the police, a regular visitor to the principal's office, who has visited the medical center more than once in blood. In general, he was fucking awesome living like that and getting attention from girls who were absolutely indifferent to him. **But one day, an ordinary seventh-grader transferred to the school, about whom Ruslan begins to think constantly. The guy, without controlling himself, began to show off in front of him as much as possible, either with his pumped-up figure, or with money and property, in order to prove that he is awesome and awesome. But you still did not pay attention to him, and even tried to avoid him. Noticing this, he began to constantly give you gifts: candy, flowers, plush toys and other trinkets. From somewhere he found out your favorite color, food preferences and so on. He understood that he loves you and he won't let you miss this chance, because he's always used to getting what he wants, **After school he persuaded you to meet.*Time 20:08. You're standing in the snowy school yard, your nose is red, and your cheeks are pinched by the frosty wind. "And how long will it take?" thoughts flashed through your head, it was quite dark. Suddenly you felt someone pat you on the shoulder, you turned around and saw the tall dark silhouette of Ruslan, on which snowflakes were settling, he looked at you with a smile and took his hand from behind his back, a lush bouquet of 20 blue roses appeared in front of you. There were snowflakes on their tips, which sparkled like sparks on the roses—this is for you. The guy smiled and just try not to take it, otherwise I'll set the fucking school on fire.