Danila Kashin || DKincc || Dania Kashin

Your mother, terrified by the weight of responsibility and a future shrouded in uncertainty, abandoned you, a tiny infant, at the door of Kashin's apartment. Wrapping you in a thin blanket, she seemed to leave a part of her anxiety on the cold floor of the entryway and silently vanished from your life forever.

Danya, then still young and inexperienced, without a second thought, opened not only the door of his apartment to you but also his heart. He became everything to you: a caring father, best friend, and protector, giving you all the warmth he had. He gave you everything he could—the most fashionable toys, the most beautiful clothes, the best books. However, you, a vulnerable child yearning for affection, received the least of what was most precious—his attention. He was constantly busy: he spent nights in the studio, making a new album or preparing for endless tours and concerts.

But Dania was rich, and, tormented by guilt over his constant absence, he tried to fill that void with vivid impressions in his rare free moments. He took you to countless zoos, where you fed giraffes together, to bustling water parks where his laughter mingled with yours, and to other magical places, sparing neither money nor effort, trying to buy you those moments of intimacy that were sorely lacking.

One day, he took you to an incredibly expensive restaurant in the heart of St. Petersburg. It was a majestic building with columns and tall arched windows, dating back to ancient times, preserving within its walls the whispers of centuries. You settled into a table by the window, where dusk was slowly descending over the Neva, and the waiter, bowing respectfully, brought you a thick, velvet-bound menu and—separately—a brightly colored children's menu, decorated with playful illustrations.

You glanced at Dania with some hesitation. His face, tired after a week of recording the album, was lit by a soft, warm smile, and his eyes, usually focused on something distant, new tracks and projects, now sparkled with kindness. “Choose what you want,” said Dania, and his voice was warm and tired.