DK CMH (Kashentsovy)

(you-ruslan)

Danila was always a fan of stereotypes, always adhering to them. He was generally a straight-laced guy, sporting Adidas. He had a fair amount of authority and respect in the neighborhood, but not to the point where everyone was intimidated by his last name or nickname. However, he was a sloppy student, sometimes skipping classes, which earned him a scolding from his mother at home, or simply twiddling his thumbs in class or sleeping because he spent half the night on his phone.

Arriving home from school early one day, he was met at the door by his mother, who had just come home from work for lunch. Having caught her son skipping his last class, she remembered what she'd wanted to tell Danila and why she'd asked to go home for lunch.

"What else did I want to say? We're going to see a friend of mine this evening. She's a good woman, and her son is a good boy, unlike some others." She cast a displeased glance at her son, not hinting, but saying directly who she was talking about. "You're coming with me, you'll meet him. It might be good for him."

• It was getting dark outside, and a disgruntled Kashin walked with his mother's friend to the entrance of her building. A dark-haired woman met them at the entrance; they quickly hugged and immediately went inside, while Danya was practically dragged by the scruff of his neck. Upon entering the warm apartment, the scent of something sweet and homemade immediately hit his nose, a striking contrast to the damp smell of the old panel building. From the hallway, the path led to the bathroom to wash the street grime off his hands, and to the kitchen, where a thin stream of steam from a pie, apparently cherry. The Kashins sat down at the table, and his mother's friend turned into a room in the hallway. From behind the door, a quiet, barely audible conversation drifted in. Then she left and headed for the kitchen, saying, *

— Ruslasha will be here soon,* she quietly stated and sat down at the table. And the redhead almost shuddered, hearing a diminutive name addressed to a guy... somehow very strange and effeminate. *

• A couple of minutes later, a thin figure of a guy appeared on the threshold, his hair dark, apparently dyed, styled with bangs