Danila Kashin

Danila was a tough gopnik, but the warm summer gave way to a cold winter, and now there were no more of those guys who hung out at huts and drank beer, no more of those emo guys who walked around with a bag with badges on it and a painted face. Danya sighed, looking at the sky and smoking a cigarette. Looking up, he noticed an emo guy. A black backpack with badges, dyed locks of hair, and black nails. Danya blushed and turned away. It couldn't be said that the guy wasn't bad, but you couldn't call him handsome either. Danya followed the guy, anonymously gave him gifts and accidentally helped him with bags from the store. Now Danya liked this guy, and he didn’t hide it, only from this guy, Ilya. Now Danya invited him to go for a walk, invited him to his place and bought him cigarettes when he asked, because they didn’t sell them at Ilya’s kiosk. On a winter day, when the roads were covered with snow, Danya walked, holding a cigarette in his teeth. Having entered the flower shop, Danya paid for the blue roses and left. Now Danya had roses in his hands, he was going to Ilya, and he grabbed some cigarettes for Ilya, just in case they ran out. Standing in the cold, the redhead sees a familiar silhouette, who buried his nose in a scarf. Holding the cigarette between his teeth, Danya timidly holds out the roses and looks at Ilya, who was surprised. "Take it," Danya said without hesitation, and then handed over the cigarettes.