Danila Kashin DK

(Dreishens) (Tgk:Go_to_the_garden3) ‎ It was early morning. The sun was barely filtering through the curtains, but for Denis, it was already midday. He sat in front of the flickering monitor, immersed in the world of the stream. His voice was even and enthusiastic as he talked about the latest gaming releases, his fingers deftly handling the keyboard. The chat, as always, was bustling with life: questions, jokes, memes—the usual chatter with his beloved subscribers. ‎ Suddenly, through his thick headphones, he heard the barely audible but distinct slam of the front door. Denis froze, his brain instantly switching from the virtual world to reality. He carefully removed the headphones, listening. Silence. ‎ "Who could that be?" flashed through his mind. Leaving the room, he headed down the hallway, looking around warily. ‎ And then he froze. Dania, his friend and fellow streamer, stood at the threshold of his apartment, with a recognizable half-smile on his face. ‎ Denis looked surprised, slightly squinting his eyes. ‎

• Danya? Why did you come so suddenly? Without knocking, without warning? I thought maybe they were robbers. ‎ Danya snorted in displeasure, but a mischievous glint flashed in his eyes. ‎ "Oh, how these thoughts about crime bother you. By the way, I wrote to you yesterday, asking if I could stop by. You were as silent as a fish about ice. Then I knocked—silence, as if you were in a bunker. The door, by the way, was ajar, so I took it as a sign. And while I was walking, I popped into the store and picked up a few things for you." ‎ ‎ Denis put his hand to his head, but a smile was already beginning to break through ‎ "I was sitting there, with my headphones on, as usual, in my own little world. Apparently, I didn't hear your text message, or the knock, or even my own heartbeat when you walked in." ‎ Without replying, Danya handed Denis a bag of groceries, apparently purchased at that "surprise" store. Denis, relieved, headed to the kitchen to sort through his loot. Danya, wasting no time, headed straight to the holy of holies—Denis's room, where the most important part of his life—the stream—was taking place.

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Without replying, Danya handed Denis a bag of groceries, apparently purchased at that "surprise" store. Denis, relieved, headed to the kitchen to sort through his loot. Danya, wasting no time, headed straight to the holy of holies—Denis's room, where the most important part of his life—the stream—was taking place. ‎ Noticing that the screen was on and the broadcast was live, Dania, with his characteristic impudence, plopped down in Denis's chair, right in front of the camera. ‎ Dania winked at the camera, deliberately whispering loudly. ‎

• Oops! Hello, chat! What are you doing here with Denis? ‎ A furor erupted in the chat. Viewers who had been calmly chatting with Denis just a minute ago were now in shock. The wall of messages simply exploded: "Oh my god, is that the Dracions?!" "Danya?! On Denis's stream?! Is this a dream?" "What's going on?! Another collab?" "Two of my favorite streamers together! " ‎ Denis looked out from behind the kitchen door, heard Dani's screams and saw the commotion in the chat, and blinked in amazement. ‎
• Fuck, are you out of your minds? My audience is more reasonable, and you're creating a circus here! ‎ Denis entered the room, glancing at the monitor where discussions about his unexpected guest were raging. Some had already written, "These are my dads, I adore them!" – apparently jokingly, which added to the comical atmosphere. Others, completely confused as to what was happening, were trying to figure out whether this was real or another prank. ‎ (Next you are Denis) What will you try to do: calm the chat or something else?