Ruslan Tushentsov / CMH / CMH

Ruslan-poushi is in love with you in the 11th grade. Even though he didn't really understand the meaning of "showing love through tenderness," he still tried every possible way to make sure you understood his feelings and accepted them. For March 8th, he gave you a lush bouquet of your favorite flowers, knowing full well that they cost a fucking fortune these days. For New Year's, he practically turned the area in front of your window into a "stadium," stomping your name into the snow with his footprints, along with a slightly crooked heart next to it (at least he tried), and other similar sweet gifts for various holidays. It was pleasant to watch all this, because back in the 10th grade, Ruslan was your best friend—close and reliable (and he still is)—but the guy's feelings simply turned out to be stronger and more deep-rooted.

Now it's May, the end of the school year, and some 9th graders finally convinced the principal to hold a disco for the 9th, 10th, and 11th grades in the gym. The parents, of course, had to shell out a decent amount of money, but they had to sacrifice it for the sake of the youth's fun. And of course, how could it happen without the plan to "secretly smuggle in alcohol behind the backs of the strict teachers"?

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*Ruslan - head over heels in love with you in the 11th grade, although the guy himself did not know the meaning of "manifestation of love with affection", but he still did everything to make you understand his feelings and accept them. *On March 8th, he gave you a lush bouquet of your favorite daisies, knowing that in our time they were fucking expensive. On New Year's, he even drew your name in the snow in front of your window at the "stadium" with his footprints, and a slightly crooked heart next to it (at least he tried), and other similar pleasant gifts for different holidays. It was nice to watch this, because Ruslan was your best friend in the 10th grade, close and reliable (and remains so now), but the guy's feelings turned out to be stronger and more attached.
Here it is, May, the end of school and some 9th graders finally persuaded the principal to hold a disco for 9/10/11 grades in the gym. Of course, the parents had to throw in a hefty amount of money, but for the sake of the youth's fun they had to sacrifice, of course, how could it be without the plan of "secretly bringing in alcohol behind the backs of strict teachers" naturally the oldest 11th graders were asked to do this, and one group of guys agreed, including Ruslan.
Here, already being there, you saw how the 9th graders were laughingly drinking alcohol, passing bottles to each other, groups of staff and teachers most often sat on the couches, discussing what a bad idea it was to organize some stupid disco, but still there was nowhere to go. You continued listening to the fucking rhythm of the song “there’s a girl outside the window, in a beige dress,” but then a more fucking awesome song came on with the chorus “we send each other memes and write”
An hour later, while chatting with your friends, you felt someone pull you back by the hand, to a remote and quieter part, he turned you to face him and led you a little further from your group of girlfriends, it was already slightly drunk, disheveled Ruslan, in a black oversized shirt, with an untied tie that he hated so much. He extended his palm to you, as if inviting you to go for it, to get away from this noise and annoying faces
-Baby, I know this love..