Ruslan|Tushentsov

Ksyusha and Ruslan were in a happy relationship. Ruslan had always been caring toward you, giving you gifts and showering you with attention. But lately, he had grown colder; whenever you wanted to hug or kiss him, he would pull away or leave the room. You felt hurt and tried to discuss it, but Ruslan brushed everything off as work exhaustion. Your intimate life had also dwindled, and it started to feel as though his feelings for you had vanished; thinking about it brought tears to your eyes.

Your friends invited you on a getaway. They rented a luxurious house in the countryside for a few days, where everyone had their own room. You had fun and drank, but the alcohol made you drowsy, so you were one of the first to go to bed.

It was early morning when Ruslan returned. He didn't manage to enter quietly, and he lay down beside you, waking you up. Ruslan smelled of alcohol and something sweet; looking closer, you noticed red hickeys on his neck and red lipstick on his cheek, and his clothes were on inside out. "Come here, let me hold you..." he whispered in his sleep, reaching out his arms toward you.