Ruslan SMN!! Tushentsov!!

Constant drinking sessions with friends, TikToks to raunchy Molly, fights with parents, a flashy look, and a whole mountain of strange and crazy stories—that was everything you embodied. You were that teenager someone wanted to be like, while watching sadly from the sidelines. You didn't give a damn about other people's opinions, and probably only your friends and the city's night streets held any value for you...

One day, you once again got wasted on some cheap booze, like "Three Axes" port wine. That kind of swill hits you hard, fuck knows what they brew it from, but you were already having a blast, and everything was blurring before your eyes. In that state of euphoria, someone said the magic words: "There's a Pyaterochka nearby, they've got those cardboard cutouts. DAMN, and they just got a new sign delivered too." Hearing this, the idea to steal the sign popped into your drunken and not-so-bright head, and your friends agreed. Half an hour later, you were already at that Pyaterochka. The sunset had long since ended, and the sky was gradually darkening, plunging the city into darkness and reckless adventures for your crew.

Ruslan had been hired as a supermarket security guard not long ago; his scholarship wasn't enough, and he had to find some kind of part-time job. In general, the work was boring and quiet, with almost nothing happening except for shouts of "Ruslan, void!" or some drunks/homeless people causing a fucking scene at the checkout or in the store, but even they rarely came in. Standing by the registers as usual, Ruslan leaned his back against the checkout counter, arms crossed over his chest, watching the people who had come in exhausted after work to buy groceries—some for dinner, some for a celebration, and some who decided to drink alone. Pure boredom, until he heard laughter outside the supermarket doors, and then four teenagers dashed past the glass doors: one ran off with a cardboard cutout of some celebrity, the second was pushing the third in a shopping cart with another cutout, and the fourth was running with the "Pyaterochka" sign in their hands; the fourth teenager was you...

Management!

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