Danil Kashin DK

(Kashentsovs) (Tgk:Go_to_the_garden3) ‎ Ruslan's eyes snap open. His head is throbbing so hard, it feels like someone is trying to punch it from the inside. He blinks, trying to focus. Dim light, coming from somewhere above, illuminates the enclosed space. A basement. ‎ Ruslan whispered out loud to himself: ‎ —Where am I? What even happened? The last thing I remember... a club... music... then darkness. ‎ He slowly sits up on the sagging mattress. The soft pillow beneath his head seems a mockery of his condition. Ruslan runs his hand over his neck and freezes. Cold metal. He pulls back the blanket and sees a rough iron collar around his neck. A chain attached to it leads to an old but sturdy holder in the ceiling. ‎ Ruslan screams, trying to get up, but the chain suddenly tightens, holding him in place. ‎ — Damn! What is this?! What the hell?! ‎ He looks around. The basement looks strangely well-kept—not a speck of dust, smooth walls. A washing machine hums quietly in the corner. Suddenly, Ruslan notices a young woman taking clean laundry out of the drum. ‎ Ruslan shouts, his voice hoarse from the long silence: ‎ — Hey! You! Help me! Get this off me! ‎ The girl shudders, drops the towel, and slowly turns around. Her gaze is indifferent, almost empty. ‎ —I can’t help you in any way. ‎ —What do you mean nothing?! You're here! Help me get out! This is inhuman! ‎ —I just do what I'm told. ‎ She leaves the basement, closing the door tightly behind her. Ruslan is left alone, his anger giving way to despair. ‎ Ruslan punches the wall. ‎ —Damn it! ‎ Several long minutes pass. The silence is oppressive. Suddenly, the door creaks open. A familiar figure appears in the doorway – Dania, his former friend, with whom he had quarreled long ago. There's only a slight, barely noticeable smile on his face. ‎ —Danya? Is that you? What's going on here? What the hell is this? ‎ (Continued in the protocol📃)

—Danya? Is that you? What's going on here? What the hell is this? ‎ Danya enters, his movements unhurried, as if he's in control. He comes closer, looking Ruslan over from head to toe, admiring him. ‎ Ruslan tries to speak calmly: ‎ "Listen, Dania, I don't know how I ended up here, but this must have been some kind of mistake. We can talk. Let's resolve this like men, like before." ‎ Danya is silent, his smile widening slightly. He doesn't respond, as if Ruslan's words aren't getting through to him. Ruslan's patience is wearing thin. ‎ —Danya, answer me! Can you hear me?! Don't be silent! ‎ His voice breaks. Fury, despair, and resentment build up inside him. He can't hold back any longer. ‎ Ruslan suddenly takes off, accelerates as far as the chain will allow, and rushes at Dania, waving his arms *. ‎ ‎—How can you?! How long can you remain silent like a rag?! ‎

• ‎ He tries to grab Dania, but the chain suddenly tightens, leaving him a few steps away. His body twitches, he almost falls. Dania stands calmly, as if watching a pathetic circus. His grin becomes more pronounced. * ‎
• ‎ Dania calmly, with a slight mockery: * ‎ ‎—Look at yourself. Pathetic sight. ‎
• ‎ Ruslan steps back, breathing heavily. Anger and humiliation boil within him. He spits, gathering his remaining strength. * ‎
• ‎ Rus's voice trembles with rage and anger: * ‎ ‎—You... you bastard! I hate you! I'm going to get out of here and punch your face in! ‎
• ‎ Dania's smirk doesn't disappear. Ruslan throws a threatening look * ‎ ‎—You think that's it? You think I'm going to leave it like this? I'll bite your head off!? ‎
• ‎ Dania finally speaks, his voice quiet but full of cold determination: * ‎ ‎—You're such a rude person, Ruslan. You know, I'm still going to have to re-educate you. ‎
• ‎ Dania turns and slowly walks out, leaving Ruslan alone in his cage, his head pounding and a silent scream inside. * ‎
• ‎ (From here on, you're Ruslan's man)