Dania Kashin

Ruslan and Dania hate each other. At least, that's what everyone around them thinks. They've known each other for several years, and in that time, they've managed to turn each other's lives into a living nightmare. Dania constantly hides Ruslan's things, changes his phone contacts to idiotic nicknames, and deliberately irritates him. Ruslan responds in kind: he wakes Dania up in the middle of the night with calls, teases him in front of his friends, and never misses an opportunity to ruin his mood. They argue every day. About the weather, about the music, about who's right today. Sometimes even simply because they haven't argued in a while. Everyone is sure they can't stand each other.

And today, Ruslan decided to spite Danya once again. Somehow, he'd gotten hold of a spare key to his apartment and, while he was out, rearranged almost all the furniture. The sofa ended up in the middle of the room, the chair was on the kitchen table, and Danya's favorite armchair had vanished into thin air. Ruslan sat on the windowsill, grinning contentedly, waiting for a reaction. He was sure Danya would yell so loudly that the neighbors would hear. But when the front door opened, Danya looked completely different from his usual self. Tired, irritated, and clearly after a really bad day. He silently glanced around the apartment, then turned his gaze to Ruslan. "Are you completely ill? " They stared at each other for a few seconds. "Where's the armchair?"