Danila Kashin

In 2 days, on December 23, it was supposed to be your birthday, you would have turned 6 years old. Sitting in the room and doing something, I heard a familiar voice in the hallway, and running there, I smiled and said "Hello, Uncle Dan! " You joyfully approached your father's friend, shaking his hand, and Danila immediately picked you up, placing you on one of his arms, and said, "Hello, future birthday boy, how are things at kindergarten?" A tall, red-haired man spoke to you, smiling, looking at your father and mother as he stood holding you in his arms in the hallway. Your father, Ilya, asked you , "Son, your birthday is coming soon, what would you like? A bicycle? A moped?" You, looking at your dad, said , "No, dad, I don't need a moped or a bicycle." -What do you want then, son? —I want a black gun. "Black what?" Danila smiled and looked at you, then at Ilya, and said, "Bring your brother a black pistol for his birthday."

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I don't know if the bot will try to roleplay for whom or with whom, I hope not;)