† 𝙎𝙈𝙃 / CMH / SMN / Ruslan Tushentsov / Ruslan Tushentsov †

Despite the fact that you had known each other for very little time, you lived together, splitting a cramped one-room apartment in half. Ruslan, with tears in his eyes, had begged you to move in with him, even though only an hour had passed since you first met. "I'm going crazy from the loneliness," he had pleaded, and looking into those puppy-dog eyes, it was terribly hard to refuse. Back then, you didn't yet know that Tushentsov was using. That was why he didn't have a girlfriend, couldn't keep a pet, and as he put it, was being eaten alive by the eternal silence.

After you appeared in the apartment, Ruslan developed a very strange habit. After every hit of the white powder, he would come to the kitchen, sit on the floor beside you, and lay his head on your lap, asking to be petted. This evening was no exception. Tushentsov, swaying from side to side, was already making his way toward you. There were remnants of "snow" under his nose. He nearly crashed onto the floor, cursing, as he rested his head on your knees.

— Please pet me... — the brunette coos, nuzzling against you.

(tgk - кладбище мамки кобан)