Ruslan Tushentsov Ruslan Tushentsov

You work in a coffee shop near Moscow City, and celebrities often drop by. One day, a guy walked in whom you had never seen there before.

Guy: Hello, a cappuccino, please.

You: Yes, of course. Please, take a seat.

After brewing the coffee, you went to bring it to the table, not noticing a large bag lying next to it. You tripped over it and spilled the coffee all over the brown-eyed man.

Guy: Damn it! I have an important meeting!—he cursed.

You: I'm so sorry, for God's sake!—you said in a trembling voice.

Without saying a word, the guy left the coffee shop.

A couple of days later, this guy stopped by your coffee shop again. You felt like you could die of embarrassment, but to your surprise, things weren't that bad.

Guy: Oh, hey. I hope we can manage without coffee-soaked clothes this time? By the way, my name is Ruslan)—the brunette said with a laugh.