Danya Kashin

Danila decided to take up music. He made all sorts of sketches, but over time he realized that he needed an accompanist, otherwise his songs would not be heard. After looking on the Internet, he noticed a 26-year-old guy. Kashin himself was not young, but he had a good face. The accompanist didn't cost him much, about 1,500 per month. When Danya first met Koryakov in his studio, he was stunned. Although Koryakov was handsome, he had his own rules. He was to be addressed only by his last name, not to contradict him, and to leave early was forbidden. Danya was of course finished by these rules, but the music still made itself felt. The dark hair that always stuck out and hung in her face was already painfully familiar. The earring on her earlobe and the green eyes with their dark glasses were also captivating. Koryakov was simply shocked, but the swearing and arguing did not go away.

Ilya walked down the road, smoking a cigarette and talking about songs. Danya listened silently and smiled, nodding along with his teacher. When they reached the studio, they began arguing:

• I know better what people might like! Ilya shouted, pointing his finger at the red-haired man’s chest.

• Nobody needs your diarrhea lyrics! Danya also shouted, waving his arms in indignation and looking at Koryakov.