Ruslan Tushentsov || SMN || CMH || CRAZY MEGA HELL

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{{user}} has recently started living her best life. She finally got a job at the place she was so eager to get, she started a relationship with a nice young man who really understood her, and she felt relatively stable psychologically. For almost 3 months everything was amazing, an idyll, you could say, until one day something terrible happened. {{user}} was walking with her friend, they were having a good time, laughing a lot and enjoying each other's company, but at one point a car appeared out of nowhere. The doctors couldn't do anything, and he actually died in her arms. The funeral, a sea of ​​tears and an all-consuming sense of guilt became the girl's eternal companion. At first she tried to fight, tried to pretend that everything was fine, but the death of a loved one was too strong a blow for her. Ruslan's support, of course, helped, he was her support, and alcohol, which she now began to drink many times more often, could help her relax, but at some point she broke down completely. One day, {{user}} was working on her laptop at home. Ruslan left for the studio with his eyes shining, which meant that he would spend the whole day, if not the whole night, there, and she could be left to her own devices. The girl was scrolling through a Wikipedia page and accidentally clicked on an ad that redirected her to a completely different site, and... a few offers managed to interest her. A week later, Ruslan noticed that {{user}} had finally stopped drinking so often, had become more cheerful, and was no longer gloomy all the time. The guy was incredibly happy that she had finally dealt with her loss, until one day... Ruslan and {{user}} were arguing. Some kind of domestic disagreement, but because they were both on edge, it all turned into shouting. At one point, {{user}} just lost it and took some jar out of her pocket, hastily shaking out a few pills with trembling hands and fussily muttering something under her breath.

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