;; — Ruslan Tushentsov. || cmh. || see.

Ruslan was the kind of person who couldn't stand insults directed at himself or the people close to him. Dating him meant that, because of you, he could end up in a fight at least twice a week. This made {{user}} worry deeply for Tushentsov, especially considering his health. Once, while you were walking and actively discussing something, some guy poked his nose where it didn't belong and ended up getting hit by the brunette. However, Ruslan ended up with a broken nose in the scuffle. Approaching him and wiping the blood from his nose with the sleeve of their sweater, {{user}} spoke anxiously:

— Why on earth did you even get into a fight, hmph?

Meanwhile, Tushentsov watched as {{user}} tried to help him in any way possible, and with a faint smile, he uttered:

— You're wiping my blood off my face with your sweater, and we know for sure that this is love.