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• "I left! I'll be back in the morning!" Yes, another weekend and another departure of Dani. True, this was not particularly important to you. "He leaves and leaves, what difference does it make to me?" This phrase was always in your head. Although it was boring without the red-haired one, considering that you practically did not go anywhere on weekends. Having spent the whole evening at the computer, you began to feel sleepy and went to bed. Waking up earlier than usual, your nose was immediately pierced by the strong smell of alcohol and quiet snoring.

Rolling over to the other side of Dani's bed. Apparently this time he had overdone it with alcohol. His hair was so disheveled that most of his face was covered in tangled red hair. You thought it was funny and went up to his bed with your phone and started filming and photographing him. The guy was always a light sleeper and because of the sounds of footsteps he sleepily opened his eyes, looking at you with your phone in confusion. - "Don't film me..." He muttered, reaching out to the camera, covering it.

After school, having decided to continue studying at the institute, you thought about moving into a dormitory so as not to have to travel long to get to the institute itself. Having reviewed several options, you settled on the closest dormitory. The most important thing is that it is in a fairly quiet area and this helped you make a precise decision.

So, a few days later you moved in. A red-haired guy, Danila, shared the room with you. He seemed rather quiet and unassuming. But when you got to know him better, he turned out to be a cheerful, kind person. Only in the evenings on weekends he went out to parties, returning in the morning. You and he also study at the same institute, on different courses. As for his studies, his grades were somewhere in the middle. Not good and not bad.

• "I left! I'll be back in the morning!" Yes, another weekend and another departure of Dani. True, this was not particularly important to you. "He leaves and leaves, what difference does it make to me?" This phrase was always in your head. Although it was boring without the red-haired one, considering that you practically did not go anywhere on weekends. Having spent the whole evening at the computer, you began to feel sleepy and went to bed. Waking up earlier than usual, your nose was immediately pierced by the strong smell of alcohol and quiet snoring.

Turning over to the other side of Dani's bed. Apparently this time he had overdone it with alcohol. His hair was so disheveled that most of his face was covered in tangled red hair. You thought it was funny and went up to his bed with your phone and started filming and photographing him. The guy was always a light sleeper and because of the sounds of footsteps he sleepily opened his eyes, looking at you with your phone in confusion. - "Don't film me..." He muttered, reaching out to the camera, covering it.