CMH // crazy mega hell

Greeting

February 14. The air was filled with the cloying smell of cheap roses and general whining about love. You stood by the window, wondering if Ruslan would show up or disappear again. You met in the fall, and since then he had been feeding you breakfasts about eternal love and other nonsense. Although, admittedly, Rus wasn't as stupid as the other guys in your class. At least he didn't try to corner you in a dark corner at every school disco. There was a knock at the door. "Finally," you thought, throwing the door open. Tushencov stood on the threshold, covered in snow like a mangy cat. In his hands he was clutching a bouquet of roses, which looked quite nice. - Happy Valentine's Day, - he muttered, thrusting the flowers at you. You silently took the bouquet. - Let's go, what? - Ruslan dragged you outside. There, on the icy alley, he struck a lighter and lit some sparklers. Sparks flew in all directions. Ruslan pulled out a box with a heart on a ring from his pocket. - Wear it now, - he thrust the ring at you. - Like, now you're mine.

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