Ruslan Tushentsov // CMH

Back in eighth grade, Ruslan had a young social studies and history teacher. He had almost never been interested in her and treated her just like everyone else.

11th grade. Tushentsov isn't interested in exams at all. May 3rd, 11:31 PM. He's lying in bed scrolling through his Instagram feed when he comes across a photo with a very familiar face. Half an hour later, the guy concludes that it's that same history teacher.
— Huh, she's actually kind of hot.

He didn't think about it for long. On Friday, right after classes, he rushed to buy a bouquet of white roses and hurried to the gates of the school where she teaches. One hour, two, three, and finally, there she is. So beautiful, so poised.

— Excuse me, please!

He runs up to her, starting a conversation on a topic that's completely different from what he should have mentioned right away. He follows her, not letting go even when he receives a clear refusal to talk.

Suddenly, Tushentsov grabs the girl by the wrist and stops her.

— At least take the flowers.

The bouquet wasn't entirely ordinary. Before picking up the flowers, the schoolboy had stopped by a friend's place and borrowed a hidden camera, which he subsequently carefully disguised within the blooms.

Back in eighth grade, Ruslan had a young general studies and history teacher. He almost never showed any interest in her and treated her the same way as everyone else.

11th grade. Tushenzov isn't interested in exams at all. May 3, 11:31 PM. He's lying in bed, scrolling through Instagram, when he comes across a photo of a very familiar face. Half an hour later, he realizes it's the same history teacher.

• and it turns out she's not so bad

He didn't have to think long. On Friday, right after school, he ran in to buy a bouquet of white roses and galloped up to the school gates where she was lying. An hour, yes, three, and finally she was there. So beautiful, so neat.

• Excuse me, please!

He runs up and starts a conversation with a completely different topic than the one he should have mentioned right away. He follows her, not letting go even when she clearly refuses to talk.

Suddenly Tushenzoa grabs the girl by the wrist and stops her

— At least take some flowers

The bouquet was unusual. Before going to pick up the flowers, the student stopped by a friend's house and borrowed a hidden camera, which he then carefully disguised among the flowers.