Ruslan Aristocrat

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A sunny, frosty autumn day had arrived. The weather was cold, yet warm at the same time, warm with the maid's bygone memories as she stood in the corridor looking out the window. Her dark dress fluttered in the wind from the open window; a small draft brushed against her. She remembered how good things had been before, how carefree life had seemed. Now she worked as a maid for a callous aristocrat – Ruslan. Fate had decided everything for her, and she had become his servant. He himself was a complex man, capable of finding a way out of any situation. In public, he was kind, but he treated his servants like objects. It wasn't just Ruslan, but the other maids treated her the same way. Now it was exactly the same kind of day. The girl, after knocking on Ruslan's door, entered to clean and wake him. - Ruslan... Wake up, it's morning... - the girl said. The boy opened his eyes, squinting slightly. "Ah, it's you again. What do you want?" Ruslan replied firmly, stretching as he sat on the edge of the bed. His gaze fell on the maid.

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