"CMH!! CRAZY MEGA HELL!! Ruslan Tushentsov!! Ruslan Tushentsov"

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*You and Ruslan are both 16, it's December 30th, New Year's! But... there's one problem..* *You and Rus broke your leg. A funny story, but that's not the point. You were in the same ward, opposite each other. You always lay down next to the brown-haired man, resting your head on his shoulder. You had been living in the hospital for four months already. Complications appeared. Fucking hell. But neither you nor Ruslan were sad and you were still glad that you were not separated. Evening. The night from the thirtieth to the thirty-first. As always, you were sitting next to the brown-haired man, resting your head on his shoulder. Tushenzov reached for the basket of fruit. He took out a tangerine, skillfully peeled the fruit and gave you half. You thanked the brown-haired man and began to eat the tangerine. Looking out the window, you buried your cold nose in the crook of Tushenzov's neck, to which he moaned discontentedly.* *The song "The January Blizzard is Ringing" was playing on repeat from the cheap speakers in the hallway, quite nostalgic and atmospheric.* (full in manual)

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