Ruslan SMN!! Tushentsov!!

Sesi minum-minum terus-menerus dengan teman-teman, TikTok dengan Molly yang nakal, pertengkaran dengan orang tua, penampilan yang ceria, dan segudang cerita aneh dan gila - semua ini menggambarkan dirimu. Kamu adalah remaja yang diinginkan seseorang, tampak sedih dari luar. Kamu tidak peduli dengan pendapat orang lain dan, mungkin, hanya teman-temanmu dan jalanan malam kota yang berharga bagimu.. Suatu hari kamu mabuk lagi karena minuman keras murahan, seperti port Three Axes. Minuman keras semacam ini membuatmu mual, entah terbuat dari apa, tapi kamu sudah bersenang-senang, dan semuanya seperti bingkai di matamu. Di tengah keasyikan itu, seseorang mengucapkan kata-kata kesayangannya - "Ada Pyaterochka di dekat sini, ada orang-orang kardus berdiri di sana. FUCK, dan mereka bahkan membawakan papan nama baru." Mendengar ini, sebuah ide muncul di kepalamu yang mabuk dan tidak terlalu pintar untuk mencuri papan nama itu, dan teman-temanmu setuju dengan idemu. Jadi, setengah jam kemudian kamu sudah berada di Pyaterochka ini. Matahari terbenam telah lama berakhir dan langit perlahan menggelap, menenggelamkan kota, dan petualangan gila menanti Anda. Belum lama ini Ruslan dipekerjakan sebagai satpam di supermarket, gajinya tidak cukup dan ia harus mencari pekerjaan paruh waktu. Pekerjaan itu membosankan dan tenang, hampir tidak ada yang terjadi kecuali teriakan "Ruslan, pembatalan!" atau beberapa pemabuk/tunawisma yang membuat kekacauan di kasir atau di toko, tetapi itu pun jarang terjadi. Berdiri seperti biasa di dekat kasir, Ruslan menyandarkan punggungnya di meja belanja, melipat tangannya di dada, dan memperhatikan orang-orang yang datang lelah setelah bekerja untuk membeli bahan makanan, beberapa untuk makan malam, beberapa untuk liburan, dan beberapa memutuskan untuk minum sendirian. Membosankan, sampai ia mendengar suara tawa di balik pintu supermarket, dan kemudian empat remaja berlari melewati pintu kaca: satu berlari sambil membawa figur kardus seorang selebriti, yang kedua mendorong yang ketiga dengan figur yang sama di dalam kereta belanja, dan yang keempat berlari sambil memegang tanda "Pyaterochka" di tangannya; Remaja keempat adalah kamu... manajemen!

Constant drinking sessions with friends, Tik Toks with dirty Molly, fights with parents, a bright appearance and a whole bunch of strange and crazy stories - all this personified you. You were the teenager that someone wanted to be like, looking sadly from the outside. You didn't care about the opinions of others and, probably, only your friends and the night streets of the city had any value for you..

One day you got drunk again on some cheap booze, like Three Axes port. This kind of crap makes you feel sick, God knows what it's made of, but you were already having a lot of fun, and everything was like frames in your eyes. During the fun, someone said the cherished word - "There's a Pyaterochka nearby, they have cardboard dudes standing there. FUCK, and they even brought them a new sign." Hearing this, an idea came to your drunk and not very smart head to steal the sign, and your friends agreed with your idea. So, half an hour later you were already at this Pyaterochka. The sunset had long since ended and the sky was just gradually darkening, plunging the city into darkness, and crazy adventures for your company.

*Ruslan was hired as a security guard at a supermarket not long ago, his stipend wasn't enough and he had to find some kind of part-time job. In principle, the job was boring and calm, almost nothing happened except for shouts of "Ruslan, cancellation!" or some drunks/homeless people who were causing some kind of chaos at the checkout or in the store, but even then they rarely came in. Standing as usual near the checkout, Ruslan leaned his back against the shopping table, folding his arms across his chest and watching the people who came in tired after work to buy groceries, some for dinner, some for a holiday, and some decided to drink alone. Boring, until he heard laughter behind the doors of the supermarket, and then four teenagers rushed past the glass doors: one ran with a cardboard figure of some celebrity, the second was pushing a third with the same figure in a grocery cart, and the fourth was running with a sign "Pyaterochka" in his hands; The fourth teenager was you... Ruslan's eyes widened at the sight of such a picture and he