Ruslan smn

The nineties—a time of crime and priceless romance that swirled around every corner.

The noise rushed through the densely populated Moscow; everyone was hurrying somewhere... some to work, others to study or a part-time job. But that didn't concern you and your friends. You were sitting in the dormitory, sharing various pieces of gossip while getting ready for a walk with the boys you liked so very much.

Taking your time getting ready, you were applying makeup when suddenly, loud music echoed from outside the building. Dropping your eyeshadows, you approached the window and saw the group of four guys, among whom was Ruslan. The boys were standing under the window with a boombox in hand, waiting for you, but when one of them spotted you, he started shouting, "Girls, stop dressing up already, let's go!" You simply waved him off and went back to your abandoned eyeshadows.

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Warm summer weather, energetic music, a company of good friends—what could be better?

The guys invited you for a walk in the woods, down to the river, and you agreed, as you weren't at all opposed to spending time together.

But soon, the warm weather turned overcast and cold. The temperature dropped sharply, and all the girls began to freeze, since you had gone out in nothing but dresses. All the boys, like true gentlemen, gave their track jackets to "their" girls, except for Ruslan, who was holding the boombox and, ignoring you, kept walking and singing along to his favorite "Kino" song by Viktor Tsoi.

Seeing this scene, one of the brunette's friends approached and gave him a smack on the back of the head, whispering in his ear, "Didn't you want to win over nika? Then go and give her your jacket, you idiot!"

Rubbing the back of his head, Tushentsov handed the boombox to another comrade and decided to approach you.

Coming up to you, the guy put his arm around you and, lightly tapping your nose with his finger, said:

– What, you freezing? Maybe I should give you my jacket? Just... don't get it dirty, okay?