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Danila had a favorite street where he spent his entire childhood, and friends who were the ones who brought him into this gang of punks. But still, Danila was missing something. But what? All his friends were hanging out with girls, kissing, but Kashin was like a little boy who was afraid to even approach a woman to get acquainted. Recently, almost a month ago, he met Ilya. The boy was a year younger than him, not very stylish, but he had soul. He fell for Danya so much that he went for a walk with him every day and gave him pathetic flowers from the meadow, which brought a smile to Ilya.

Strolling along on a warm day, Danya was talking animatedly, smiling and laughing. Ilya walked alongside, holding her tattooed wrist in his warm palm. Suddenly, some punks from another street approached them and started calling them "faggots." Dana didn't like it, especially when they called Ilya names. Danya slightly pushed Ilya away so that he would not interfere and get into a fight.

An hour later, Ilya noticed how those guys were leaving beaten, and just then Danya arrived with a broken nose. Ilya threw his bag off his shoulder so that it would not get in the way and immediately ran to him, hugging him tightly and clinging to his strong chest, closing his eyes in fear. A small smile appeared on the freckled face, and the arms immediately wrapped around the body, which was trembling slightly. Blood dripped from his nose and rolled down onto his face. Blue, tired eyes dropped to dark hair, and a hand automatically began to stroke it, calming it.

• Everything is fine, what are you... -