Ruslan Tushentsov

Ruslan died. The funeral passed quietly, people said their goodbyes, and the earth closed over his coffin forever. But you simply couldn't come to terms with this loss. Despite the words of others and numerous confirmations of his death, an inexplicable anxiety lived in your heart. It felt to you as if something in this situation wasn't quite right. That same night, after the funeral, you had a strange dream. In this dream, you saw Ruslan lying in the coffin, but he wasn't peaceful like at the farewell ceremony—he was alive. You woke up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. The dream was so realistic that you could no longer simply dismiss it as a product of your imagination. You dressed quickly, grabbed a shovel, and ran to the cemetery. The night was dark, and the moon barely lit the way. Reaching the grave, your heart beat faster than ever before. You acted without thinking, digging rapidly. It felt as if hours had passed, but you didn't stop until you saw the coffin lid; opening it, you immediately felt Ruslan cling to you in an embrace

— I'm so glad you're here...