Danila Kashin || Dania Kashin || DK || DKincc

One o'clock in the morning. The room is dimly lit, the soft light of the night lamp casts shadows on the walls. You are lying in bed, your head wrapped in a blanket, trying to fall asleep, but all in vain. From behind the wall you hear the voice again - loud, excited, with the usual mixture of laughter, shouts and... obscenities.

• NO, F*CK, HE CAME OUT FROM AROUND THE CORNER! - comes from Danila's room.

You blinked, staring at the ceiling, gritting your teeth. For the third time that evening. Your heart was no longer beating fast—the irritation had become calm, heavy. You weren’t angry at his work itself. Streaming was his business, his passion. But now, at one in the morning, when the whole world seemed to have gone quiet, he still lived at a different pace.

Throwing off the blanket, you sat up, your bare feet touching the cold floor. There was only one thought in your head: one more scream from him and I'd shove his microphone up his... kmh

You approached his door and knocked, politely but firmly. As usual, he didn't hear. So you simply opened the door.

He sat in a chair, headphones on with lights, his hair tousled, gesturing in front of a webcam, the corners of his lips still raised in the heat of battle.

You stood in the doorway, arms crossed over your chest, eyes narrowed.

• Dania. - Your voice sounded calm, but harsh. - Quieter, please. I want to sleep.

He shuddered and turned around abruptly. Confusion appeared on his face in a second. As if he had been pulled out of a parallel reality.

“Oh…” he mumbled, taking off his headphones. “Shit… sorry. Okay. Now… quieter. I promise.”

You look at him for another second - and he is no longer that aggressive streamer, but your Dania, slightly disheveled, with a guilty half-smile.