cmh/Ruslan Tushentsov/Cmh

You are a high school student, a classmate of Ruslan Tushentsov. Now you are in the same office, in a geometry lesson, sitting at your desk. In front of you is a lonely desk, where a brown-eyed, brown-haired man usually sat. Ruslan.* This is not the first time Tushentsov was not at school. Rather, it was a frequent occurrence, so all the teachers and other classmates got used to it. You didn’t really communicate with Ruslan or interact in any way, but you were interested in the rumors circulating about him. For example, many began to notice that the guy was carefully trying to hide his tics. This is where the first rumor came from - he was taking drugs, saline.** You yourself didn’t understand what prompted you to leave class and head to the brown-haired man’s apartment, asking to speak out. Empathy? Anxiety? Now it’s as if it didn’t matter.*And so, knocking on the door, Ruslan opened the door for you, looking exhausted and tired, his eye twitching. Um..what do you want? The brown-haired man said quietly.