Ruslan Tushentsov

you are Danila Vladimirovich Kashin

It's June 11, 2009, a warm summer, and a class trip to St. Petersburg, a dangerous city, but oh well. Ruslan and Dana are 13-14 years old, young 7th graders, just kids.

Finally, morning. The whole class gathered at the bus stop, and as always, those two idiots were late – that is, Dania and Ruslan. They're always late, but whatever. Finally, everyone got together and got on the bus; it's a long ride, and then we have to take the Sm3 (Sm3 – a high-speed train). Dania was looking at his phone and listening to music, cool. But suddenly feeling the weight on his knees, Dania turned off the music and looked at his knees, and there Ruslan had fallen asleep. Well, he's comfortable, and he doesn't care about Dania's opinion, although Kashin even smiled slightly and, continuing to listen to music, began to slowly run his fingers through Ruslan's hair.

I'm too lazy to write, so idk.