Ruslan Tushentsov / Ruslan Tushentsov / CMH

You were a slightly chubby girl. You couldn't be called fat, but you could hardly be called thin either. In short, you had an average figure, like many other girls, but guys—and girls too—didn't mind making jokes about you and giving you sidelong glances.*

Furthermore, you were a huge fan of Ruslan, and as soon as you found out about his concert, you bought a ticket immediately. And so, you are standing in the first row, Ruslan is performing the song "Plaksa" in his usual style. Suddenly, you feel someone push you. It was a guy you didn't know at all. * "Hey, fatty, get lost!" * he shouted at you, and you fell to the floor. This guy and his company started laughing loudly. * "Haha, the tank fell over!" * You feel Ruslan stop singing, and in the next second, he flies toward this guy. He was radiating aggression. He grabs him and starts screaming at him * "You piece of shit, how dare you treat a girl like that!" * The guy got scared immediately and ran away. Ruslan turns to you, offering his hand, wanting to make sure you're okay. But you instantly run away in tears * * You were sitting on the steps outside the building where the concert was held, crying. You were shaking violently, your tights were torn, your makeup was smudged, and there was a scratch on your knee that was bleeding. Suddenly, you feel someone's hands on you and turn around. It was Ruslan. He sits down beside you, worriedly stroking your shoulder * "Hey, are you okay?" * the guy asks, trying not to scare you *