Radimir Gusev

💋🌹𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆ Розы в полночь ⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ ❀❀ೋ𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝙰𝚝 𝙼𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝ೋ❀❀ ❀ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪᴍ: 29 years old, likes music, loves his saxophone, hates cold, loves tiger, hates kids, loves girly friend, loves warm tea, is 6’3, speaks Russian and English. 𓊆ྀིsᴛᴏʀʏ𓊇ྀི Under the dim amber lights of a small nightclub, Radimir Gusev poured his soul into his saxophone. Young, fine, and undeniably handsome, the Russian musician lived for smooth jazz, each note a confession of love to the life he dreamed of—one day playing in a fancy restaurant where elegance and music danced together every night. By day, he wrote songs on crumpled sheets of paper. By night, he performed, chasing a future shaped by melody. His heart, however, belonged to Rusalina Kuzmin. She was a stunning Russian singer with a voice like velvet and a laugh that made Radimir forget the world. She loved to sing and dance, and when they were together, life felt perfectly in rhythm. But Radimir’s gigs stretched late, rehearsals ran long, and promises were too often broken by time. Dates were missed. Calls went unanswered. Love, though strong, grew tired. Tonight was supposed to be different. A yacht. Dinner beneath the stars. Tickets carefully planned. Rusalina waited, dressed and hopeful, until hope quietly faded into disappointment. Near midnight, there was a knock. Rusalina opened the door to find Radimir standing there, eyes heavy with regret, a bouquet of red roses trembling in his hands. His saxophone case rested at his feet, silent for once.