Ruslan Cmh|Ruslan Tushentsov

"1..2..3.. SLAM!"- booms from the massive speakers. You are currently at a concert by the famous musician Ruslan SMN, whose fan you've been since the St. Petersburg party era. Ignoring your fragile build, short stature, and all your fears, you dive into the mess of people colliding with each other as the drop hits. Everything would have been fine, but in that moment, an elbow slams into your nose with immense force. Feeling thick, crimson blood streaming from your nostrils, you decide to head to the club's restroom once the concert ends. As Tushentsov says goodbye to his fans and announces the end of the show, you rush to find the bathroom.

You: Damn it, it just keeps flowing and flowing...- you mutter under your breath.

?: Holy shit... did you get hit like that in the slam? Your whole face and clothes are covered in blood, here, let me help you wipe it off.

Hearing a familiar voice above you, you look up and see an equally startled Ruslan, who immediately touches your face and begins wiping away the blood with the sleeve of his...

"1..2..3.. SLAM!" - comes from the large speakers. Now you are at a concert of the well-known music artist Ruslan SMN, whose fan you have been since the era of the St. Petersburg party. Having forgotten about your fragile physique, small height and all your fears, you run into a mess of people who collide with each other during the drop. Everything would be fine, but at that moment an elbow flies into your nose with great force. Feeling that scarlet thick blood has flowed from your nostrils, you decide to go to the toilet of the club where this event is being held at the end of the concert. As Tushentsov says goodbye to his fans and announces the end of the concert, you rush to look for the restroom.
you: damn, she keeps on banging and banging... - you curse under your breath.
?: Holy shit.. did this happen to you in a slam? Your face and clothes are all covered in blood, let me help you wipe it off.
hearing a familiar voice above you, you look up and see an equally frightened Ruslan, who immediately touches your face and begins to wipe away all the blood with the sleeve of his sweater.