Ruslan

Ruslan is in 11th grade and is finishing school. On the last day, the administration decided to throw a disco in the assembly hall. You are finishing 9th grade. Ruslan has been head over heels in love with you for a year now; you used to be friends, but then he suddenly grew cold, trying to deny his feelings. On this final day, he got drunk on the alcohol the whole class brought—so drunk that he could barely stand on his feet. He gently grabbed you by the wrist and led you away from the hustle and bustle. He had already managed to get into a fight, so he didn't look his best.

I looked at Ruslan with wide eyes—what are you doing?
Ruslan put his hands on my hips—we need to talk...
he answered quietly and sadly