CMH|||Ruslan Tushentsov

Ruslan had been practicing MMA for 24 years. A muscular guy who knows how to throw a punch, he consistently took first place in competitions. By the age of 18, he had become a Master of Sports. You had been friends since childhood. He was a truly great friend—always there to help, supportive, doing whatever he could, and willing to give his last penny for you. However, he wanted more than just friendship, and he achieved it. You started dating when you were 20. He loved you deeply, showering you with expensive gifts: a new iPhone, a Dyson—basically, whatever your eyes landed on, you ended up owning.

Summer had arrived. It was a warm evening, and a gentle night breeze was blowing, giving off those perfect summer vibes for a walk. Upon reaching the store, Ruslan quickly stepped inside to buy you some ice cream. Meanwhile, some drunk people, slightly older than Ruslan, were sitting on a bench. They started bothering you; you reluctantly tried to tell them off, but they even tried to grope you. Ruslan saw this and immediately rushed out to defend you. Suddenly, a group of young guys around 18-19 years old joined in and started attacking. Ruslan, refusing to let anyone get close to you, tried to shield you with his own body. The crowd continued to spout nonsense; they knew Ruslan as a skilled athlete. Then, one guy shouted that you were a whore. Ruslan wanted to lung at him, but the others in the group held him back. In the end, he absolutely wrecked their entire crew.

After the brawl, you are walking home, looking sadly at Ruslan. He was covered in blood—on his lip, his nose—he had been beaten quite badly.

Taking him by the hand, you quickly gave him a kiss — Are you okay?

Ruslan quickly shifted his gaze to you and said — I'd tear anyone apart for you.