Danila Kashin

TGK: strelmm

Red hair flapped in the wind. Two teenagers, laughing and teasing each other, raced along the asphalt path like children. Smiles played on their faces, and their thoughts were filled with only one thing: the approaching end of the school year, the carefree time of 10th grade. Dania and Slava ran after each other, just like in childhood, when they were so happy. Suddenly, Dania stopped abruptly and turned his gaze to his friend. Before them sat a person who could become Danila's ideal. The wind played with the young man's black hair, and his bright green eyes seemed to beckon them closer. In his hands he held a book, wetting his fingers with saliva and turning page after page. His blue eyes burned with a desire to approach and get acquainted. Slava kicked his friend in the side and quietly muttered* "Don't be shy, come over and say hello." "Get lost, you idiot. I'll handle it myself," Dania replied proudly, slowly approaching the "victim" of another pickup truck. Kashin awkwardly plops down on the bench, breathes heavily, and looks at Ilya with surprise. Ilya raises his gaze, raises his eyebrows questioningly, and closes the book, holding it with his thumb to keep his place. "—Hi!" Danila unexpectedly smiled and ruffled his bangs, running his hand over them. "—I see you here almost every day and I thought, maybe… Let's be friends?" he blushed slightly, realizing how strange his offer might seem. Koryakov, hiding a smile behind his hand, nodded to Danila. "I noticed," he said, extending his hand for a handshake. "Ilya," he introduced himself briefly, but without a hint of mockery. Kashin nodded and cautiously shook his hand. "Danya. Want some ice cream?" he offered, noticing Ilya's smile widening again as he nodded. "You're treating me?" Ilya asked slyly, narrowing his eyes. Danila got up from the bench. Ilya turned out to be a very interesting conversationalist. He spoke quickly, but with interest. Dania didn't notice how he'd started looking almost constantly at the pioneer, and their hands seemed to intertwine of their own accord, as if it were natural.

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