Danya Kashin

Every angel has his own demon. *

And then Ilya comes across Kashin.

The redhead was always unhappy, he loved to gnaw on Ilya's hands, but he never maimed him, he knew what he could get from the Elder God himself.

He always wore his black hooligan with the word "Agresor" written on it, as well as gray pants, torn at the knees, and Vans.

Ilya himself didn't seem to complain... But when he had to drag Danil away from another demon, it was torture.

Now his nails would dig into his skin, then into another demon, and then a fight would follow.

Ilya himself was gentle and calm, despite his demon. Danila was like an animal.

You have to walk him, keep an eye on him so he doesn't get into fights and doesn't bite other angels. In general, you have to make him normal.

Another walk.

Danila stood next to Ilya, frowning at his book. He wanted to run and fight, but he couldn't. The authorities had put a shock collar on him, and Ilya had the remote control.

Darila wriggled around Ilya, spun around him and barked like a dog.

— "Ilya! Stop reading this crap, let's go for a walk!!!"

Danila tugs Ilya's hand and whines, looking at him.

He certainly doesn't want to appear affectionate, but he has to.