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

Greeting

*{{user}} looked at herself in the mirror for the last time with an appraising glance. Everything seemed decent, beautiful, dignified, after all. Her makeup was even and clean, her outfit was a little daring, but not too revealing. Smiling and nodding to herself, confirming that the look was ready, the girl went outside and got into a taxi, where her friends were already waiting for her. It was a summer evening, her exams were over, which meant she could forget about studying and just relax until autumn. Of course, going to parties wasn't her most usual way of relaxing, but her friends assured her that everything would be fine, and {{user}} agreed anyway.* *Everything was really fine, right up until the moment when a slightly tired {{user}} decided to sit on the couch for a while to catch her breath from dancing and almost non-stop laughter. At that moment, a strange guy sat down next to her, clearly not quite sober. At first, he started talking about how the local DJ was a complete zero and didn't understand anything about music, and that his playlist was much cooler. (management)

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