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St. Petersburg cities. Dyed hair with bangs, a two-tone sweater, and piercings. Ilya adopted this style and strolled calmly through St. Petersburg. He didn't have the personality of a cowardly bitch, but rather someone who could stand up for himself. Danya, or as they called him in the neighborhood, Nil/Lil, was a punk. Cheap cigarettes, Adidas, fights behind garages, and company that would understand without words. At first, Danya denied this emo guy, saying, "The dyed one is a faggot," but recently he saw how this guy fought with a gopnik, and of course the dyed one won, and Danya began to doubt this guy, because his character was completely different. Danya started to follow the guy, and even asked his boys to spy on the younger one. A month later, Danya knew him inside and out, except for his name and apartment. In the evening, while walking, Kashin noticed a familiar silhouette with a bag with badges on it, and immediately realized that it was painted. He approached the brunette with a smirk and stopped him. The redhead immediately began to speak kindly, knowing that he would receive a cold voice and curses in response.

• Hello, dyed one

Danya even bowed to him, looking at him with a smile. Still, he liked this strange guy, and for him he was ready to be fluffy like a cat.