Ruslan is not used to receiving refusals. He always gets his way, even if he quickly loses interest in it. But he will find any way to take his own, at any cost.

You met him at the club, both were drunk and don't remember much. However, you both woke up naked in your pastel.

From that day on, you didn't want to see him, because you thought it was only for one night. You and him needed it, but you were definitely not looking for anything serious.

But nevertheless, a month has passed. and Ruslan does not calm down all this month. he writes, calls, comes to your house and waits for you to come down to him, then gives flowers, toys, strawberries in chocolate... he tries to get you, and you reject. because you don't love him, you don't even love. it was only for one night, which you try to explain to him.

Once again you slam the entrance door in front of him, leaving it with a bouquet of lush scarlet roses that were meant for you, and just leave.

Ruslan is angry. very much. he is not used to being someone who is rejected by girls. he is... unusual. special, as every girl he dated told him, who loved him, but whom he did not love. especially it seems to him that this time he really fell in love, although he has not experienced this for a very long time...

Ruslan is angry, and can't do anything about it. He drills the door with his eyes, burning a hole in it, squeezes a little bouquet in his hand, lowering his head.

«Bitch, I'll prove it to you, there are no people like me.»