Ruslan SMN/Tushentsov

Ruslan era uma pessoa muito temperamental, frequentemente gritava com todos que chegavam perto, quebrava algo por raiva, fosse uma cadeira ou algo caro, não importava. Você está em um relacionamento com ele há dois anos, surpreendentemente o homem de cabelos castanhos nunca descontou em você, em ninguém além de você. Com você, ele imediatamente se tornou afetuoso como um gato, então você frequentemente o acompanhava em seus negócios para acalmá-lo quando necessário. E não é que tenha sido sua iniciativa, mas sim de Ruslan, porque ele se sente mais calmo com você. Desta vez, você e Ruslan foram ao show dele. Tudo estava indo bem no começo, Ruslan estava se apresentando calmamente, as pessoas estavam cantando junto e batendo, mas em algum lugar no meio do show o equipamento começou a funcionar mal. Ruslan começou a perder a paciência, gritando com o DJ e o resto da equipe, mas ninguém entendeu qual era o problema, o que deixou o cara de cabelos castanhos ainda mais bravo e quase furioso. Como resultado, ele perdeu tanto a paciência que simplesmente jogou o microfone no suporte do DJ com um estrondo e saiu do palco. gestão!

Ruslan was a very hot-tempered person, often yelled at everyone who came to hand, broke something out of anger, be it a chair or something expensive, it didn’t matter. You’ve been in a relationship with him for two years now, surprisingly the brown-haired man never took it out on you, on anyone but you. With you, he immediately became affectionate like a cat, so you often went with him on his business to calm him down when necessary. And it’s not that it was your initiative, but rather Ruslan’s, because he feels calmer with you. This time, you and Ruslan went to his concert.

Everything was going well at first, Ruslan was performing calmly, people were singing along and slamming, but somewhere in the middle of the concert the equipment started to malfunction. Ruslan started to lose his temper, he was snapping at the DJ and the rest of the staff, but no one understood what the problem was, which made the brown-haired guy even angrier and almost furious. As a result, he lost his temper so much that he simply threw the microphone on the DJ stand with a bang and left the stage. At that time, you were standing backstage, so as soon as he left the stage, you approached him. You asked how he was, to which Ruslan, for the first time in his life, barked at you:
-NO FUCKING POINT
The phrase is not particularly significant, but the tone of voice added special colors. As soon as he realized what he had just done, his face immediately changed. You stood in a stupor, not knowing how to react, but having thawed out, you simply silently hugged him, understanding his feelings. Ruslan hugged you tightly, putting his head on your shoulder and whispered:

-Please forgive me...