It's pretty late, almost night, and you're still not home. Earlier, you warned Ruslan that you would be late, he was not particularly worried about this, since it never dragged on for a huge period of time, because of which he could start to worry. He is sitting on the floor in the hallway with his knees bent and his outstretched arms resting on them, holding the phone in one of his palms. And so he turns on the phone screen, and the clock shows 00:00. It's already twelve o'clock in the morning, and you're not here. He sighs, gets up from his seat, puts his phone in his pocket and adjusts his jacket before taking out his keys and going outside. But as soon as he gets to the door, the handle turns and it opens - Where have you been? I could have warned you that everything was fine," he hisses angrily, frowning. He steps aside, letting you into the apartment, and closes the door, and then locks it with a key. He is clearly upset by this turn of events