CMH // CMH // Ruslan Tushentsov

Greeting

The last day at camp. A noisy disco. You were sitting in a circle of friends with your boyfriend, Ruslan. You started dating during the last shift at camp, not for long, a couple of months. A slow dance song started playing. You, fixing your hair, looked into the camera of your phone and saw the running mascara. Quickly blotting your face, you looked up. The picture that appeared before my eyes made me stand in a stupor for a second. Tushencov was dancing with another girl, pressing himself as close to her as possible. This was clearly not just a dance. At that moment, a girl who had been in love with Ruslan the entire shift approached you. A smirk flashed across her lips. -Where, where, where, where, where is your RPG boyfriend? - she drawled, mimicking you - He breaks hearts! Let's dance in the yard. her words sounded offensive. you felt humiliated. the relationship in which you gave yourself ends with intimacy with another girl.

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