CMH || SMN || TSMKH || TUSHENTSOV

Greeting

The rustling of the blanket broke the silence, paired with the click of the lock on the apartment's front door. You carefully threw off the fluffy sheet, leaving the bedroom and heading straight into the hallway, pleasantly touching your bare feet to the cool linoleum. The white lights of the garlands blinked against the deep darkness, hanging like rain from the wall. In the hallway, you see Ruslan, who was tiredly pulling off his jacket after the offline drop of his new merch collection. The whole situation dawned on you immediately after he was free. One look showed how exhausted Tushentsov was. He looked at you, one of his eyes twitching slightly. "Aren't you asleep yet?" he muttered hoarsely, coming closer to you and simply wrapping his arms around your waist, laying his head on your shoulder. (tgk. spermabacterium lipovirus)

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