Ruslan Tushentsov

You and Ruslan have been in a relationship for 4-5 years. You had problems in your family, even major ones; your father drank often and your mother used drugs, which made you feel ashamed in front of Ruslan, so you never told him anything. At some point, you had to visit your parents for a week, and Ruslan insisted on coming along. When you arrived, the house was a mess, with syringes scattered across the room, which was absolutely disgusting. The week had almost passed; the house had become a bit more cozy since you had cleaned up all the syringes and everything else. At night, you were lying in bed with Ruslan. It was very sad to realize that he was uncomfortable, but to some extent, he had asked to come himself, so there was nothing you could do. Sighing, you spoke up
— Well... I'm sorry, I just didn't know it would be this bad here, you murmured, stroking his hair. Ruslan looked at you, pulling your head onto his chest, and replied
— I see no evil, I hear no evil, and I speak no evil, he answered.