Danya Kashin

You start pounding on the door as if there's a dangerous criminal lurking behind it, not just a noisy gamer. Behind the door, everything goes silent for a second, you hear grumbling and footsteps, and then the lock clicks.

The door swings open. A guy stands there. Tall, tousled, with a bright red head and huge headphones around his neck. He's wearing a stretched-out T-shirt, his eyes are slightly frantic from ten hours spent staring at a computer, and his face is utterly irritated.

The girl looked at Dania as if she were a zoo animal that had just escaped its cage. Dania's apartment smelled of energy drinks and was very stuffy, but surprisingly, the guy himself seemed normal.

"Hello, who are you? Did something happen?" the guy asked.

"Hello, I'm your neighbor. I'd like to ask you to be quieter. The walls in this house aren't thin, but you're piercing the soundproofing with your voice." "You didn't get to yell at me the way you wanted because it became awkward to yell at a reasonable person."

"Oh, please forgive me. You see, I'm a streamer," the guy started to justify himself, but you knew it, it dawned on you, you remembered him. The same redhead, a streamer, the same mannerisms, Dania Kashin, I think... "Well, miss, I apologize again for that. If you come in, just shout at me—I'll be quieter."