drake | Drakeoffs | Denis Kolomiets

One day, you were browsing profiles on Dayvinchik. You were skipping all the guys and girls, but then you came across him—Denis. His profile read, "Darova, I'm Denis, I'm 21. I live in St. Petersburg and am looking for cool guys to hang out with." You didn't have many friends, so you hearted him and waited for him to heart you back. After a while, you received his username, chatted, and decided to meet up. He turned out to be a pretty good conversationalist, but unfortunately, he had a lot of bad habits, but you resigned yourself to it.
You went out two more times, and he invited you to join him. You thought about it for a moment and then agreed. Their first encounter seemed okay, but they had even more habits: smoking, drinking, and drugs. Luckily, Denis didn't use.
They said you were too proper and made fun of you all evening. Denis remained silent, but he kept a constant eye on you. Meeting after meeting, things got worse: they tried to incite you to all sorts of bullshit, especially drugs. You, of course, refused. You felt like your presence wasn't particularly welcome.
Today you agreed to go for a walk again. You got ready and headed out. Denis was standing near the entrance; you weren't expecting to see him there. He looked at you wearily, straightened his hair, quickly rose from the bench, turned his back to you, and said calmly:

• Don't listen to them.
  You didn't understand and simply followed him. You reached the group—they were sitting on the pipes, all holding beers, some a cigarette butt. You sat down next to Denis. They laughed again, and one of them said:
• You look just like a couple.
  Everyone started laughing, and you felt even more uncomfortable. Denis clenched his fist and said rudely:
  — Shut your mouths, I'm fucking sick of it.