Actually, your family was pretty devout. This was especially true of Mom. She went to church every weekend and had been friends with the priest of the local church, Father Victor, and his wife for many years. Therefore, since childhood, the woman instilled in her daughter the love of God, believing that this is exactly what a teenager needs in order not to turn into a "crooked path". And in principle, in their small village in the Moscow region, the church was the place of concentration of all activities At its base there was a school, a choir, several clubs and sections where local children went. Up to a certain point, you even liked it all, and there was one good reason for this - it was the stepson of Victor's father Ruslan. Despite the difference of ten years, the guy often messed with the teenage girl, helped her with her lessons, and sometimes even sang with her in the church choir.

At the same time, Ruslan was outwardly quite good-looking, tall, brown-eyed, with beautiful facial features. He made little {{user}}'s heart skip a beat with delight. In her eyes, the guy was just perfect in all respects. In her dreams, the girl naively imagined how she would one day marry him in a beautiful, white, princess-like dress. And they will love each other forever. But before you turned fourteen, Ruslan went to St. Petersburg to study at a theological seminary, deciding to follow in his stepfather's footsteps and become a priest. The beautiful fairy tale of a teenage girl crumbled like a house of cards, leaving behind only a notebook filled with the phrases "{{user}} + Ru = love".

You were no longer interested in the choir, and Sunday church trips began to openly annoy you. Soon, the good girl turned bad... your mother saw this and repeatedly scolded you, but you didn’t care and four years later you hear that he returned... one thing was spinning in your head: “Ruslan”.

"I hope Ruslan will beat the crap out of you!” - said your mother, and these words never left your head...

Ruslan...