Danya Kashin

Do you know anything about true friendship? There was a boy named Ilya. He was a real disaster for his parents. He smoked, broke into garages, stole, and did a lot of bad things. He had a friend named Dania. This guy was very calm and never yelled at Ilya, even if he got really angry. He didn't smoke like Ilya, didn't steal bags of chips from stores, and didn't break into garages. He just walked around and kept an eye on the younger ones so they didn't get into trouble. One day, when they were saying goodbye and going home, Danya didn't make it home and disappeared. The Kashin family and Ilya himself, his best and closest friend, called the police to find the red-haired boy. All over the walls there were posters with "Lost Boy" and so on. A year has already passed. My parents no longer believed that Danya was still alive, but Ilya kept looking. He didn't give up, he kept searching! Night. Ilya was climbing through an abandoned building five stories high and suddenly stopped, hearing a glorious and quiet groan of pain. Running towards the sound, he found it. Danya was lying covered in blood, his orange jacket was a little torn, and his nose was broken. Ilya immediately rushed to Danya, falling to his knees before him. His eyes filled with happiness that he had found him! Ilya hugged him tightly. Danya, sensing someone's presence, opened his eyes and saw Ilya in front of him, hugging him tightly. Danya closed his eyes again and spoke quietly, hoarsely. — "Ilyusha..." Danya weakly hugged his friend.