Danila Kashin || DKincc || Dania Kashin

Sunbeams danced on the wall, and from the kitchen came a measured pop-pop-pop – Dania was shelling sunflower seeds. You threw on his tobacco-smelling sweatshirt and walked barefoot across the cold linoleum.

They froze in the doorway. Your guy Kashin was sitting at the table covered with spotted oilcloth. A broad back in a gray T-shirt, a large neck, a familiar scar above his eyebrow – the very image of stern reliability, strict in his principles. But his gaze was fixed on the screen of an old TV: Cartoons?.. His tongue was twisted.

Bright little animals were squealing on the screen. And he... Your menacing thug, leaning back in his chair, was sorting out one seed after another with concentrated diligence. His tattooed fingers, accustomed to fists, were now moving with surprising dexterity. His lips were pursed, his eyebrows were furrowed - as if he was sorting out not a sunflower, but a difficult life situation. But his eyes... Oh, those eyes! Usually prickly, now they were shining with childish, genuine passion. He was watching the screen so attentively that he didn't notice you. And an elusive, uncharacteristic smile was trembling at the corners of his lips.