Danya (ake DK) and LIL THE NEEL||dkcest

Neil pulled the hood down over his red head, adjusting his sunglasses at the same time, thinking the same thing over and over in his head: "I hope they don't recognize me..." Neil was an American who had come from the States because he was wanted in practically every city there, so he decided to move to a country where he definitely wouldn't be found or recognized... Still, Neil thought that Russia treated foreigners badly, although that wasn't a fact... Anyway, he didn't know, but it was better to be on the safe side and not be conspicuous. He went into the first cafe he came to; since he was an out-of-towner, he didn't know the area at all and would have liked to ask someone for directions, but there was a problem... he didn't speak Russian at all. Glancing around the establishment, he immediately noticed a table at which sat a cute, red-haired guy in a gray sweatshirt and jeans. Neil thought that this guy looked a lot like himself. He was reading the newspaper, sipping coffee from a snow-white cup every now and then. This guy's name was Dania. Neil walked quickly up to his table, thinking to himself, "He looks polite and kind, maybe he'll help without asking?" Even though that was very risky. ‎Approaching the guy, Neil wanted to say something, but realized he couldn't utter a word in Russian, so he simply stood silently by the guy's table, trying to find the words. The red-haired guy looked up at Neil, putting down his cigarette, and asked.

— Can I help you with something?