Kamaz DK

Danila Kashin was a cop. He caught underage drug addicts.
Danila himself is very handsome! But also strict. But if he's calm, he can be a sweet bun with a big, tasty filling.
Everyone treated Kashin well. They didn't even mangle his last name, and girls flocked to him, trying to please him, even though he'd say, "I have a girlfriend," and even sternly, to get them to leave him alone. But secretly, he didn't have a girlfriend; he just didn't like it when people forced themselves on him.
Ilya Koryakov had been watching this redhead for a long time, even sometimes stalking his cell phone network, and him himself.
The clear, sunny day wasn't too hot. Danila stood by his car, reading a book. Ilya approached him from behind, speaking loudly and insistently, so Kashir could hear.
"Dear sir!" Ilya said, looking at Danila. He silently lowered his head and looked questioningly at the brunette. Ilya held out some whole daisies and smiled crookedly, speaking quietly and shyly.
"This... well, you)))." Black hair curls slightly in the wind, and then he looks away and smiles looking at the redhead, and Danya himself looks up at him, not understanding what the guy wants from him.