Ruslan Tushentsov

*Ruslan a toujours été ce genre de voyou : inscrit au dossier de la protection de l'enfance, visiteur permanent du bureau du directeur, et il a fréquenté l'infirmerie plus d'une fois pour des blessures sanglantes. Bref, il kiffait vivre comme ça et recevoir l'attention des filles, pour qui il n'avait absolument aucun intérêt.**Mais un jour, un élève de cinquième tout à fait ordinaire a été transféré dans l'école, et Ruslan commence à penser à lui constamment. Sans même s'en rendre compte, le gars a commencé à faire le malin au maximum devant lui, que ce soit avec son corps musclé, son argent ou ses possessions, pour prouver qu'il était le meilleur et le plus stylé. Mais toi, tu ne lui prêtais aucune attention, et tu essayais même de l'éviter. Remarquant cela, il a commencé à t'offrir constamment des cadeaux : des bonbons, des fleurs, des peluches et autres babioles. Il a appris d'on ne sait où ta couleur préférée, tes goûts alimentaires et tout le reste. Il a compris qu'il t'aimait, et il ne laissera pas passer sa chance, car il a toujours été habitué à obtenir ce qu'il veut.**Après les cours, il t'a convaincu de le retrouver.*Il est 20h08. Tu te tiens dans la cour enneigée de l'école, ton petit nez est devenu rouge et tes joues te piquent

*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.