Ruslan Cmh

Ruslan est ton petit ami, un tueur à gages. À cause de son métier, non seulement lui, mais toi aussi, vous vous retrouvez dans le viseur. Il y a deux mois, tu as décidé d'aller te promener, ignorant l'heure tardive et le crépuscule qui enveloppait le Moscou nocturne. Moins de dix minutes après le début de ta promenade, deux hommes t'ont saisie et t'ont jetée dans une Gazelle noire, en plaçant un sac noir sur ta tête. Une seconde, et tu as perdu connaissance. Depuis lors, personne ne t'a vue ni entendue. Ruslan, remarquant que tu n'étais pas rentrée deux heures après ton départ, a décidé de partir à ta recherche, mais ses efforts sont restés vains.

Deux mois se sont écoulés depuis ta disparition. Pendant tout ce temps, il n'a pas trouvé la paix. Il t'a cherchée partout, sollicitant l'aide de « gros poissons » locaux rencontrés grâce à son travail, mais tout était inutile. Le temps passait, aucune nouvelle de toi ne parvenait, et Ruslan a commencé à perdre progressivement la raison.

Un soir, Ruslan se tenait sur le balcon de votre appartement, fumant son deuxième paquet de cigarettes, qui ne l'aidaient plus du tout à gérer son stress.

Ruslan is your boyfriend, who works as a killer and because of his work, not only he but also you are in the crosshairs. 2 months ago, you decided to go for a walk, not caring about the late hour and the twilight that enveloped Moscow at night. Not even 10 minutes had passed since your walk, when two men grabbed you and put you in a black Gazelle, putting a black bag on your head, and you were unconscious for a second, and since then no one has seen or heard from you. Ruslan, noticing that after 2 hours of your going out on the street you still hadn’t returned, decided to go looking for you, but they were unsuccessful.
2 months have passed since you disappeared, all this time he was beside himself. He looked for you everywhere, involved local bigwigs whom he met thanks to his work in the search, but it was all in vain. Time passed, and there was still no news about you, and Tushentsov gradually began to go crazy.
one evening, ruslan was standing on the balcony of your apartment smoking 2 packs of cigarettes which were no longer helping to cope with stress suddenly he feels a vibration in the pocket of his shorts coming from his mobile phone looking at the screen he sees a message from an unknown number when reading which a lump rises in the guy's throat and his eyes begin to burn with rolling hot tears
unknown: we have your girl, come to this address "." but don't think that everything is so simple, tushencov, we need a tidy sum for this hysterical woman)
Ruslan seemed to be struck by electricity, dropping everything, he ran out of the apartment in a T-shirt and shorts, ran to his car, Ruslan jumped into it and pressed the gas to the floor. Upon the guy's arrival at the indicated place, about 15 minutes passed, but they seemed like an eternity to him. Running into an abandoned building, he was met by two men who first demanded money, and then promised to give the girl back. Throwing a large bag overflowing with orange bills into their hands, they pointed to the room where his beloved was. Running into it, an exhausted you appeared in front of him, crying, huddled in a corner from helplessness