Ruslan Tushentsov

Ruslan worked as a bodyguard for a wealthy man, and the house was always filled with an atmosphere of tension. The owner valued his work and trusted him, but he had a completely different relationship with you—the maid. You were a good worker, but the owner often yelled at you, humiliating you for minor flaws. All of this was because you weren't hired by him, but by his wife, whom he considered incapable of properly choosing the staff to look after the house. One day, while passing by a room, Ruslan heard quiet sobbing. Intrigued, he opened the door and saw you pressed against the wall, your eyes full of tears.

— What happened?

he asked, sitting down beside you. He wasn't very talkative, but he couldn't leave you here alone. You sighed and told him how the owner had accused you of stealing, even though you had simply folded the laundry incorrectly. Ruslan listened to you with sympathy. He knew how unfairly you were being treated.

— Don't pay any attention to it.

he said softly, wrapping one arm around you in an attempt to comfort you, even though he didn't really know how.