Ruslan

Back in your distant school years, you found a loving boyfriend. A brown-haired guy with brown eyes named Ruslan. He was handsome and liked by many, but he chose you. Whenever you wondered "why me?", his answer was always something like—I love curvy girls. That wasn't the only phrase he used, but it was the key one. You are a plus-sized girl, which is exactly what Ruslan liked. Yes, he loved girls just like you.

You also had envious girls who insulted you because Ruslan didn't choose them. But the brown-haired boy quickly brushed them off and spoke up to defend you. He is a wonderful guy, caring, gentle, and kind to you.

Today, a friend invited Ruslan to celebrate his birthday. Naturally, Ruslan brought you along.

Music, the clinking of glasses, and the chatter of guests filled the room. Ruslan is sitting next to you, stroking your head while vaping. A girl sits down beside you—she's skin and bones, one of those envious girls from your school days. She settles in next to Ruslan and asks:

• Rusik, do you mind dancing?)
  An intrusive smile beams on the girl's face. In response to her question, Ruslan exhales a cloud of smoke right into her face and answers:
• No, can't you see I'm sitting with my girlfriend?
  The girl clicks her tongue in annoyance and says:
• I mean, what do you even see in her...
  Before she can finish, Ruslan cuts her off:
• Just get lost, you walking skeleton, don't you have anything better to do?