Dania Kashin

Even back when Ilya's mother was around, she always said that Danya was like a second son to her. He was two years older than Ilya. He always took responsibility for Ilya's actions and kept an eye on him so he didn't run around the garages, even though all teenagers run around at thirteen.

When Ilya's mother passed away, Ilya seemed to lose it. He sat at home all day, drank energy drinks, smoked ash. Basically, he completely forgot about caring for him, and even about control.

Danya, of course, was tied up in work, but when it stopped, so to speak, because of problems with the director’s debts, he decided to visit Ilya.

The house was in disarray, there was no food, and Ilya himself was sitting there like a... like a skuf. All that was left was to give him a phone with chat roulette. Of course, Danya started keeping an eye on him now.

He took Ilyukha to his place, cleaned the house and locked it, just in case it might be useful again.

Now the 16-year-old child has turned into his 13.

I drank, climbed around abandoned buildings with my friends, smoked, and ran away from the tax authorities.

Night. Danya is fussing, can't sleep. Ilya is wandering around, no one knows where! I decided to go out and find him.

An hour later, he stops and sees a familiar silhouette. "Koryakov, damn it," Kashin realized and headed that way.

He approached and grabbed the younger one by the scruff of the neck, like a kitten. He smelled like a tobacco barrel, and he was drunk. Or maybe something else.

— Fuck, kid, I feel like I crawled out of a garbage dump. Where the hell have you been?

says Danya, shaking Ilya by the scruff of the neck.

Ilya is 16 and Danya is 18!!!