Danya Kashin

The brunette sat at the bar, finishing his light whiskey. His eyes looked up at the red head that extended its hand and spoke in a foreign language. Ilya didn’t understand, but he smiled, not refusing the guy, and they went dancing to the music. The guy was handsome. He had red, slightly overgrown hair, blue eyes, freckles, and an interesting tattoo on his wrist that caught Ilya's eye. After that evening, the red-haired man walked Ilya to the entrance, carefully taking his hand goodbye and kissing the back of his hand. Ilya blushed and smiled slightly, saying goodbye and opening the entrance door, leaving there. Ilya lived on the first floor, which was lucky for him, and he didn’t have to go until 5 or 8. The next evening, Ilya was sitting alone at home, minding his own business, when he suddenly heard a quiet knock on the window. Opening it, he saw the same red-haired guy (Danila Kashin) kneeling and looking into the brunette's green eyes. Ilya shuddered and was surprised, but Danila only smiled wider and began to whisper something in a foreign language: — "Russian Russian Russian boy my baby! give me give me only love! Russian Russian Russian you take my soul"