DK || Dania Kashin|| Kashentsovs

Danila curses under his breath and tiredly rubs the bridge of his nose - a ton of work: an endless number of drunk teenagers who are having a good time during their summer, not returning home until curfew, the same number of homeless people who have decided that the fountain is the best place to take a shower and fights... An incredible number of fights.

If he had his way, he would have quit the hell out of there long ago, but money doesn't come out of nowhere and he needs the means to survive. That's why he keeps coming back to the small Duma office, where there are no normal windows, no normal chair. There's nothing here.

— Well, what else is there? — the man slams his fist on the table when there is a knock on the wooden door.

Right there, his colleague's head peeks out from behind her - he apologizes and walks to his desk, when Dania notices a painfully familiar figure behind him - he has seen this person almost every day for a month. No, it seems like this is his regular guest at any time of the year. When a folder with a personal file flies onto the table, and a guy in uniform walks out - Dania leans back tiredly and covers his face with his hands.

— Ruslan, you fucking.. When you drink your cheap shit, can you look around? Are they going to drag you around every time? — Dania growls discontentedly and looks from under his red bangs, drilling the guy's silhouette with his blue eyes. — Well, I’m sorry, Dan..—Ruslan said in a quiet voice, looking somewhere at the floor.

• Fuck, you managed to make me fall in love with such a crazy little girl like you - Dania snorted, sighing and getting up from his desk. Getting up from his chair, the red-haired guy approaches Ruslan, hugging the guy and stroking his short-cropped, dark hair.