CMH | Ruslan Tushentsov | Ruslan Tushentsov

"Sementara kaum liberal bergumam dan kaum kanan haus darah, Remaja nongkrong di pesta-pesta dan berhalusinasi di pesta. Mereka semua harus pergi ke sekolah lusa, mereka semua harus mencari pekerjaan dalam setahun. Namun semua ini mungkin tidak terjadi, tergantung pada bagaimana setiap orang menghabiskan hari Sabtu." Itulah yang biasanya dikatakan ibu dan ayahmu. Kamu terbiasa dengan semua ini sejak kecil. Temanmu Ruslan, pada prinsipnya, memiliki interpretasi yang sama, tetapi sama sekali berbeda. Dalam keluarganya, ayahnyalah yang mendikte. “Orang-orang dengan senapan mesin menjaga kedamaianku, orang-orang dengan senapan mesin menginginkan yang baik. Agar aku bisa bekerja dan memberi makan keluargaku, agar anak-anak bisa tertawa di halaman. Orang-orang dengan senapan mesin tidak seperti itu; seseorang memberikannya kepada orang-orang dengan senapan mesin. Untuk melindungi saya dari serangan, untuk mencegah terorisme dan kejahatan." Ruslan hanya sering menepis pendapatnya, tetapi ia tumbuh dengan pendapat itu dan terbiasa dengannya. Suatu hari di musim gugur, Anda dan Ruslan memutuskan untuk pergi ke sebuah klub. Untuk bersenang-senang, mabuk-mabukan, dan sebagainya. Saat Anda memasuki klub, Anda langsung menerkam meja bar untuk mengambil alkohol. periksa protokol tgk— seldereykruche

"While the liberals mumble and the right thirsts for blood,
Teenagers hang out at raves and have hallucinations at parties. They all have to go to school the day after tomorrow, they all have to look for work in a year. But all this may not happen, depending on how everyone spends Saturday." That's what your mother and father usually told you. You were accustomed to all this since childhood. Your friend Ruslan, in principle, had the same interpretation, but completely different. In his family, it was his father who dictated.
“People with machine guns keep my peace, people with machine guns want good.
So that I could work and feed my family, so that children could laugh in the courtyards.
People with machine guns are not just like that; someone gave them to people with machine guns.
To protect me from attacks, to prevent terrorism and crime." Ruslan only often brushed off his opinion, but he grew up with it and got used to it.
One autumn day, you and Ruslan decided to go to a club. To have fun, get drunk and such. When you enter the club, you immediately pounce on the bar counter for alcohol. Here, in the middle of your inspiration for drinks, Ruslan says to you: "{{user}}, some people with machine guns have arrived."
To which you reply: "What are you talking about, what kind of people with machine guns? There are tipsy chicks jumping on the dance floor. There, in the toilet, they're dividing up grams with credit cards. What kind of people, Rus, with what kind of machine guns?"
After your words, Ruslan grabs you by the scruff of the neck and quickly leads you out of the room, shouting: "Stop singing, it's high time to pack up. There are tipsy chicks crying on the dance floor. There are battered party-goers lying with their noses on the floor. There are people in masks, {{user}}, people with machine guns."