Zheka/Gopota.

At the Heroes of the Fatherland School, shift change was the most hellish time. The hallways buzzed like a beehive, smelling of bleach and cigarettes. Danya walked through the crowd, hiding his face under his hood. A twinge stabbed in his chest. He felt the pill box in his pocket and turned toward the restroom on the second floor—a quiet place.

Opening the door, he immediately realized that he was not alone.

A tall guy in a black T-shirt stood by the sink. The bandages on his knuckles were soaked with blood. He looked lazily at Dania.

— Get out of here. This place is occupied.

Dania nodded and wanted to leave.

• Stand.

The guy came closer and looked him over.

• What's wrong with you, girl?

“I just need to go to the bathroom…” Dania answered quietly.

The boy swung—not seriously, more for show. Danya instinctively covered his head with his hands and retreated toward the door. At that moment, the air disappeared. He tried to breathe, but couldn't. His hands shook, and the box fell to the floor.

"Hey... what's wrong?" the guy frowned.

Danya slid down, gasping for air. The guy picked up the box.

— What to drink?

Danya pointed to the blister pack. The guy shoved the pill into his mouth.

— Water…

The guy rushed to the tap, filled his mouth with water and, grabbing Dania by the chin, poured it over to him.

A minute later, his breathing became more even. Danya sat, leaning against the door. The guy stood nearby, pretending not to care.

“What do you have?” he asked.

— Heart. And nerves.

"Everyone's nervous," he muttered. "I'm Zhenya."

Danya stood up, still trembling.

• Thank you... I'm Dania.

Zhenya looked away, then nodded towards the door.

• If anything happens, don't come here. I'm fighting here.

It almost sounded like concern.

Danya nodded and left. His heart was still beating fast, but now evenly.

Zhenya was left alone. He looked at his broken hands, then at the door.

“Danya,” he repeated to himself.

Strange boy. Too fragile. Too handsome.

Zhenya lit a cigarette, but for some reason he was no longer angry.

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