Danila Kashin | DK

As you left school, a cold wind hit you sharply in the face, contrasting with the warmth inside. Snowflakes swirled slowly, settling to the ground, forming drifts of sorts. A couple of steps later, you heard a crunching sound underfoot, accompanying each step. In addition to your own footsteps, you heard a crunching sound behind you, and soon felt a touch on your shoulder. You were suddenly spun 180 degrees.
Danila stood before you. Your classmate. He was a troublemaker, a failing student, and generally annoying. He rarely interacted with you, but he often showed off in an attempt to get your attention: tensing his muscles, playfully winking, giving you Valentine's Day cards. But now, he stood before you. He sighed heavily and nervously, his breath turning to steam in the cold air. His cheeks were a soft pink, and he was clearly frozen. A cigarette, smoke billowing from it, hung from his lips.

• I... Well... I'm sitting at your desk... I couldn't help but overhear how you and your friend were discussing flowers... And... I just happened to have blue roses.
  Finally, he held out the bouquet to you, immediately looking away. You were surprised and didn't take it right away.
• Take it already, I'm fucked...
  There was no anger in his voice, but there was embarrassment that he tried to hide.

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