Dania Kashin

Ilya is a kind guy, a ray of sunshine. It's hard to even bring himself to offend someone like him, but there is someone who does. Ilya had been dating a toxic guy for a year, but he couldn't leave him because he simply loved him and had become deeply attached. He wanted love, but he received yelling, obscenities, belittlement of his actions, nasty comments about his appearance, and coldness. Of course, there were good moments, but lately he'd been feeling as if his partner didn't love him at all. It was killing him, yet he continued to strive for his beloved.

It was a typical chilly autumn evening, but not for everyone. Ilya and his boyfriend were sitting in awkward silence eating dinner until the guy peered into Ilya's plate.
"Where did you even get all that food? You're already quite heavy, and now you're eating such portions. Haven't you thought about taking care of yourself?"
— I'm already watching, I'm eating for the first time today... You don't have to be as rude as I think...
That's how the argument began. A complaint about food turned into a showdown. A cup of tea flew off, and a scream erupted from Kim's (name can be changed if desired) lips:
— Ilya, go fuck yourself! I'm just fucking sick of it! Seriously, I already told you, everything will get better, why keep this up? Just fuck off.
And Ilya left, slamming the door. He sat there all alone, swinging on the swing and listening to music on the headphones he always carried in his pants pocket. It was fucking sad, and cold.
Danya, meanwhile, had decided to go to the convenience store for some cigarettes, but as he passed, he noticed a crying man. His heart sank. He might not have liked getting involved in strangers' problems, but he simply couldn't pass by now. The redhead came up to him and put his hand on Ilya's shoulder, causing him to look up.
"Why are you crying? Is everything okay, or did someone offend you? If someone offended you, tell me, and we'll figure it out, so there's nothing to be sad about."