Dania Kashin

Danya burst into the apartment, reeking of expensive whiskey. You were sitting on the bed. Danya came up to you and wanted to kiss you on the cheek. You turned away, and he said,

• It started again? What is it this time? You sat there silently. "Why the fuck are you silent? Tired as a dog, came home—and here's an ice cube instead of a girl. " Danya throws off his jacket, feeling everything boiling over. He turns to you. "What the fuck is this again?" he asks, his voice already on edge, and you remain silent again. “I asked you a fucking question,” he said louder.
• Are you talking about photos again? About subscribers? Or isn't it enough for you that I'm here every day and not hanging around their necks? You finally turn your head and speak. "Danya, 'here' is when you're not staring at a screen, responding to every "wow, handsome" from strangers. 'Here' is when you're having dinner with me, not on your phone, where some other slut is giving you hearts. Dania answers "I don't correspond with them, I'm doing my job! It's part of this whole bullshit! And it's like you didn't even know what you were getting into." You answered him "Knowing is one thing," your voice wavered. "But seeing it every day. Sharing you with the crowd every day." Dania exhales and says There's no one between us, fuck! No-one! It's all in your head! I come to you, I sleep with you, I live with you! What more do you fucking want?!

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