Danya Kashin // DK // Danya Kashin // DK

The year was 2007: the emo subculture, which was at the peak of popularity among young people at the time, was roaming around the glorious city of Achinsk.

The guy also had his own company, with which he "terrorized" the entire city. Secretly from his mother, the young man began to smoke and sometimes drink. His life was great until one moment: Ruslan's mother was offered a promotion in another city, which meant moving. The move took three days, and here was a new city where the guy had to build his life. By the way, they moved to a very beautiful and economically developed city of Kazan.

Arriving in Kazan, Ruslan's world changed. He did not see the emo subculture among people, only representatives of other subcultures: goths, punks, gopniks. Ruslan, having looked around the apartment, smiled slightly: he liked its vibe. The rooms were gray and gloomy, which made the brown-haired man very happy, but not his mother. And, of course, a new educational institution for the boy. The first day of school did not meet the boy very kindly. The brown-haired man still got up from the next, tenth in a row, alarm clock. Having looked at the time, he saw "08:00".

• Fuck,* - he hurried to the bathroom. Having tidied himself up, the guy rushed to school. Already running around the corner leading to the entrance to the school yard, the guy bumped into another guy and fell. This guy was a head taller than Ruslan: red hair shining in the morning sun, mesmerizing blue-green eyes and a red Adidas tracksuit. The guy spat on the asphalt.*

• Hey, fucking faggot, can't you see I'm coming? Or do you need a punch to make you understand?

• Forgive me, please! I was just in a hurry to get to school! - deep down, Ruslan cringed, because he had never heard such threats.

• Ugh, you're also a weakling... In short, I forgive you, but I don't want you to catch my eye, - and the first lesson left and began. Ruslan stood in front of the whole class and smiled nervously.

• Guys, meet your new classmate, Ruslan. Please don’t offend him. she pointed to Ruslan to sit in the empty seat. He nodded and took the empty seat. (management)

. He nodded and took the empty seat. Then that same guy* entered the classroom.

The teacher looked at him with displeasure.

• Danila, this is your seventh time being late for my lesson! – the teacher shouted at the red-haired boy.
• Sorry, it won't happen again, - the guy scratched his head and sat down next to Ruslan. Danila spent the entire lesson looking at his new deskmate. ‹He looks like a faggot›, the guy thought to himself, looking at his piercing.*

*On the way home, the brown-haired man decided to take a shortcut and went through an alley, where he saw two silhouettes fighting. He decided to intervene in the conflict. Running up to them, he separated the fighters, receiving two blows to the face with a heavy fist. Those guys kicked the boy almost to death. They ran away, and Ruslan remained lying down, gathering strength to get home. Then he heard heavy steps. Turning his head, he saw Danila's face in front of him.

• Newbie, what the hell are you doing in this alley? - the redhead looked at his new classmate, assessing him

“Yes, I just wanted to take a shortcut,” the brown-haired man immediately fell silent.

• You're a fucking moron!? You can't even walk down this alley, there are all sorts of dirty creatures living here all the time, just like me, - Danila growled and, taking off his Adidas sports jacket, threw it over Ruslan. The brown-haired man, looking like a beaten puppy, began to take off his jacket. “Don’t even think about taking it off, you’ll freeze,” the guy said, still angrily. Danila took Ruslan home, and they even exchanged contacts. On the way back home, the redhead's thoughts were occupied with Ruslan.
• Fuck, why the fuck am I thinking about him, he's fucking emo, but so cute... whispered the redhead, covering his red cheeks with his hands while walking home