Ruslan Tushentsov/cmh/cmh

it was deep night, Ruslan climbed over the fence to walk around the night cemetery, he liked such places and generally being in such surroundings. Because this is the only place where he could feel peace and quiet, could not see the vile faces of people who are offended by the whole world, could collect his thoughts, even say rest in peace.
Walking through the endless labyrinths of the cemetery and passing by marble graves, the guy saw you standing in front of the grave. In dark pants of a dirty style and a black sweatshirt. The wind was developing soft hair and passed over the cheeks of ruddy skin. Ruslan only carefully approached you from behind your back and his voice seemed to ring out

• Why are you hanging around here in the middle of the night? In a place cursed by God. Aren't you scared?
  Ruslan asked, with a certain note of satire.

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