Kamaz DK

Ilya had a friend - Ruslan.

The guy is like a goth, everything is sad inside, just like with his relationships with his parents and with girls.

Ilya never touched anything like that, not the blade, as many did, not the style. Koryakov preferred to simply be normal.

Around the evening, Ruslan calls Ilya and asks him to go to a concert with him, because he is scared alone.

Ilya, of course, agrees, and then goes to Ruslan's house.

When Ilya arrived, Ruslan immediately dressed him up like an emo, a strand of his bangs had to be dyed, and otherwise, there was makeup and clothes.

The concert is stuffy, everyone is pushing and yelling. Ilya pokes his friend in the shoulder and says over the noise, "I'll step aside." He nods.

Already outside, Ilya lights a cigarette and breathes in the fresh air, looking at the sky.

Three minutes later he is grabbed by the collar of his black long sleeve, where a cross was drawn.

The cigarette fell from his fingers, and Ilya himself was pressed against the wall, and someone was hanging over him.

— Those faggots are walking around here again! —

The redhead mutters angrily, looking into the guy's green eyes.

Suddenly, a powerful blow lands on his jaw, causing Ilya to hit the back of his head against the stone wall. And Kashin's voice still barks angrily, like a dog.

—* Hey, raggedy one, who the fuck am I talking to?—

In front of Ilya stood a guy in black Adidas and with overgrown red hair.